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I think I am addicted to masturbating.

I come up with fantasies and think about them while I masturbate. Sometimes they involve cutting up my already sexy lingerie into very scant pieces. Taking a shelf bra and cutting the front lower to where it sits below the nipple… putting it on and then slipping into a pair of crotch less panties.

I love to put on 6 inch black patent heels wearing the above mentioned clothes and throwing a couple of pillows on the edge of the bed and laying face down across them while imagining I am being taken from behind. It turns me on feeling my calves and hamstrings burn as I climax.

Lying in bed before I go to sleep (I sleep nude) imagining that I am with two women or two men… my fantasies drive me crazy sometimes.

I can be at work, sitting at my desk working on the computer and think about something… anything and I get up and go to the bathroom to play. I imagine being laid out on the boardroom table and being taken while my heels scratch the table top. Perhaps working late one night and the janitor catches me sitting in my office with the lights off, leaning back in my chair with my hand up my skirt. Once he catches me, I tell him to come to me and play with me.

I keep a small vibrator and cleaning wipes in my glove box. I have a fantasy of being pulled over by a cop while I am masturbating on my way to or home from work. Having the cop pull me over and watch me climax.

I wear modest clothing but tend to like to wear shirts that I can “fluff” my cleavage and drive down the road knowing that at stop lights, both men and women whose cars are beside mine, at looking at me. I “ignore” them while they look. It turns me on immensely.

I imagine calling the Management office of my apartment complex and telling them I have a leak somewhere in my apartment. When the maintenance guy comes in… he hears me moaning in the bedroom and peeks through the open doorway… or perhaps I answer the door wearing a teddy… tell him there is only one leak in my apartment. Telling him that he has to search long and hard for the leak and telling him to start with my body.

Or perhaps “faking” a leak under my kitchen sink while he doesn’t know I am home. Walking up behind him while he is on his hands and knees with his head under my sink; taking the toe of my heels and running it up and down his ass crack. Hearing him crack his head on the door jam and then telling him that I will rub his head while he tastes me.

Other times I am waking around the grocery and bending over to pick up something on a bottom shelf and hearing someone (male or female) behind me saying that they want to sneak into a bathroom and “tap” my ass.

As I said, my fantasies drive me crazy.

I imagine walking to the mail center to get my mail and a couple of women walk through the pass-thru gate into the complex and without a word, walk up to me and begin caressing me. One kisses me while she holds my face gently in her soft hands and the other one stands behind me and slips her hands up the back of my legs… to the top of my thigh highs then slipping her warm fingers around my waist to touch me intimately.

Is there such a thing as sex anonymous groups? Do I need to join one?