It was almost like static below my skin, an itch I couldn’t reach. Many times, I tried to ignore the sensation or hide it from those around me. I often lost the battle to my lust as it demanded to be released, yearning for the satisfaction in my core that could only be reached by an orgasm.The problem within me began troubling everyone I bumped into. I was a freak, a whore. They’d rather cast stones than try to help... moreIt was almost like static below my skin, an itch I couldn’t reach. Many times, I tried to ignore the sensation or hide it from those around me. I often lost the battle to my lust as it demanded to be released, yearning for the satisfaction in my core that could only be reached by an orgasm.The problem within me began troubling everyone I bumped into. I was a freak, a whore. They’d rather cast stones than try to help. With one last Hail Mary, my foster mother took me to the one place rumored to save lost and broken souls like me.The Institute of Madness.Welcomed in, I wasn’t ready for the surprises around every corner. My body was unprepared for the new heights it would travel in order to cure me. The different ways they helped my overwhelming urges weren’t even the weirdest part. I’d chalk that up to the horns and tentacles I was exposed to when my mind was ready to accept the supernatural world.Even if none of it worked to save my life, I knew the momentary pleasures would be worth it while it lasted.WARNING: There’s some past traumas of sexual abuse and rape, but they are only mentioned not present day. less
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