Things are getting worse

Hello, dear readers. I’m writing this today with a mix of desperation and hope. As some of you may know, I’ve been living with a curse that forces me to act on my deepest sexual desires without any control over my actions. It’s embarrassing, humiliating, and it’s getting worse with each passing day. The hardest part is that I can’t even remember who cast this curse on me. I have fragments of memories, but they slip away before I can piece them together.

I’ve come to realize that this curse is not just about sex; it’s about control and submission. And the worst part? It seems to be evolving. The more I try to resist, the stronger it becomes. I’ve tried to fight it, to distract myself, but nothing works for long. The moment I’m alone with someone - or even in a room with multiple people - the curse takes over, leaving me a mindless fucktoy craving attention and release. It’s not what I want, despite my love for sex and being used. The difference now is that I have no say in who uses me or how.

That’s why I’m reaching out today. I need help - desperately. Not just anyone will do; I need someone I can trust implicitly. Someone who understands the complexity of my situation and isn’t afraid of it. This person would need to help me navigate the curse, satisfying its demands while keeping me safe from those who might exploit my vulnerable state. But more than that, they would need to help me uncover the truth behind this curse and find a way to break it once and for all.