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I am addicted to sex and masturbation and this can be traced to when I was 7 or 8, when I was sexually molested. I remember how Dad never stayed at home and Mum was always going to the market or her friends. Being the only girl among three boys, our uncle would send the boys to get some mangoes from the tree in the next house while he kept fondling me.
I remember he would use liquid soap so his dick could slide into me. It was painful at first but I eventually got used to it. I was so scared of telling because my uncle was the quiet type and I was very stubborn; mum would probably shut me up or beat me. It continued for a long time. Sometimes when he’s not around I’d begin using the liquid soap he used on me to touch myself and do other things too
Because I felt pain during sex with him, I can’t help but try mostly to feel that pain more and more. It feels like pain comes with pleasure and it feels good. It continued until we were transferred to the north. I was 11 then. I still can’t stop fondling myself. I’m 25 now and still can’t stop.
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