<div class="floatright">(https://acetorimusic.files.wordpress.com/2013/11/tumblr_mslv8utcai1qbn0f7o1_640.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Ricky Simmons</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riley's office.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Riley<br/><hr/><br/>"It frustrates the fuck out of me Doc... I mean, yes they feel sort of good.. But everytime I use them, I feel like the freak that I am right. It alleviates some of the arousal and urges to have sex but it bring up all kinds of other feelings. I just.."<br/><br/>Ricky took a deep long breath and looked out of the window.<br/><br/>"I feel like all day I need sex and when I had sex on the machines, I feel empty and useless. All these girls talk about how we deserve rights and deserve to live out in freedom but..."<br/><br/>She swallowed and shrugged.<br/><br/>"Before I got here, I couldn't control my urges. I nearly raped my best friend... I don't mean that I wanted to and nearly did it, no I mean I had her pinned against the kitchen counter and was forcing my way on her. If she hadn't stabbed me with a knife, I'd have raped her and God knows what else... Now that I'm here, I still can't control my urges and if anything, they've only gotten worse. Except using it on girls now, I use the extractors with pictures of y... Girls.."<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/>"I just wake up, take a shower, wank, breakfast, wank, do something else, wank... I live for my urges to have sex. Nothing else. It's killing me."<br/><br/>Ricky's voice showed anger over sadness and anxiety. There was a lot of frustration in her voice and the way she sat at the chair, not relaxing and constantly tense and on edge.<br/><br/>"I want to feel loved.. I want to mean something to somebody. Not just to the cum collectors."