Descent Into Nymphomania

Carly is a rich, uncontrollable brat. She might be a teenager but her promiscuity seems to know no bounds. Carly is a rich, uncontrollable brat. She might be a teenager but her promiscuity seems to know no bounds. She finally oversteps the mark when she takes up with her Stepmothers lover and its discovered. Now she must visit a psychoanalyst for evaluation and counselling, but Carly isn’t going down without a fight. The visits turn into a duel of sorts; Carly doing her best to shock or mislead her analyst in any way she can, whilst her sexual behaviour reaches into new areas in retaliation against her parents. No one is safe from her wanton designs. The TOC may not be perfect after conversion, but the chapters are all there.

“Look, it wasn’t my damn fault. The guy walked into my room with a hard-on sticking out from his groin. How the hell was I going to ignore that?” The woman stares at me without answering. I know her game. She wants me to say more. Damned psycho-therapists are all the same. Say nothing, do nothing, just make notes or smile nicely while they try to get into your head. Well if she wants into my head she’d better be ready for some damn shocks, because I ain’t holding back nothing. “So he was mom’s guy, her fancy man or whatever, but she didn’t own him, right? Besides, I give better head than her. I been doing it longer. I can fucking make a guy come in seconds if I want, or I can tease him for ages till he’s begging me to get him off. I’m a fucking expert at blowing dick.” This haughty bitch just keeps giving me that stare. That riles me up loads but I don’t care. See, she can’t tell anyone about anything I say. She’s bound by that oath thingy. I can lie or tell the truth. It don’t matter which, it’s all a fucking game ain’t it? Me against her, and my mom is paying the bill. More fool her. “Her fancy man?” she asks raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, one of them anyhow. Damn hypocrite. She thinks I’m sex crazy, that’s why I’m here ain’t it? Thinks I can’t control my sexual urges, so now I’m a mental case, right?” “Do you think that?” “Fuck no. Now where was I? Ok, so the guy walks in half naked, his hard-on, fucking dick is pointing right at me and I’d been doing myself at the very time he walked in, so I was horny. I was getting there, but wasn’t quite; ya know what I’m saying? So I’m wet and my snatch is on fire for this dickheads dick. Do you think I’m going to turn the man away? Fuck, no I wasn’t?”