I don’t know if you have ever struck one in your life or had the misfortune to love one but I have, I reckon twice in my several decades. So, to better understand what happened to me and to warn you what might happen to you, I sought out once again Ms Google and her beautiful assistant Meta AI seeking expert advice.
Having done so I have learned that “Sexual narcissism is an egocentric pattern of sexual behaviour characterized by an inflated sense of sexual ability or entitlement. It can manifest as overcompensation for low self-esteem or an inability to sustain true intimacy and may involve extramarital affairs. Some experts believe that the condition often referred to as "sexual addiction" may be better understood as sexual narcissism or sexual compulsivity.
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Note: While often associated with men, sexual narcissism can occur in both males and females.
So yes, my own experience was with a female sexual narcissist. At first in the early stages of the relationship besotted by her Penthouse playmate looks and body I couldn’t believe my luck. Me a stock standard, umm let’s generously say 7 (cause that’s my lucky number) hooking up with an apparent beautiful sexy intelligent 10.
I took leave without pay from my marriage and moved into our love nest. It took a while, but I began to realise like the old Dan Seals song (probably about his own sexual narcissist) “All that Glitters is not Gold” the lust settled, and the truth was revealed. The true impact of the falseness of the relationship was when I, in the throes of what I believed was mutual passion, looked up and saw a completely blank look on her gorgeous face. The final proof was later in the piece when she convinced me to be handcuffed after allowing me to do the same to her to my great excitement. Instantly as I was secured to the sturdy bedposts she changed as if a mask had slipped off. She took her makeup and painted a clown face onto me and then snapped a polaroid of a very angry helpless 7. In that instant the relationship was done.
I knew already from her that she had been sexually assaulted as a child. She was extremely aware of and flaunted her looks and great body, no skirt too short. She confessed that an employer had told her that she used her sexuality to manipulate clients. She and I had an extra-marital affair, well, on my part anyway. She is still single 25 years later. Looking back, she ticked the boxes for a rare female sexual narcissist. Even as I finally left her, her instinctive, and I would suggest, inherent narcissistic response was to strip naked and lie on the bed inviting me on…in…whatever. It didn’t work, I was over her.
While that one woman remains a great provider of fantasy recalls, on balance I was never more relieved to escape the relationship. I hope that if your partner exhibits the traits of a sexual narcissist, you too can escape the clutches of him or her safely.
Author: Magnum
For: Langtrees.com
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“Sexual narcissism can be termed as sexual addiction or sexual compulsivity. As we all know, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Likewise, sexual narcissism has many disadvantages, but the worst is sexual coercion or domestic violence.”
“Hey mate, Thanks for writing this. It takes real strength to share something that personal — especially something that sits at the intersection of lust, love, trauma, and regret. Reading your words, I didn’t just feel sympathy — I felt resonance. There’s a quiet ache that lingers in stories like these, and it stirred something in me too. I’ve been there. Not in the same way, of course — no two stories are identical. But I’ve let someone in before who, in hindsight, wasn’t ready to truly be seen. I’ve been drawn in by beauty and charm, by intensity mistaken for intimacy. I’ve mistaken being wanted for being valued. And I’ve found myself staring into a face that once lit up my world — only to see nothing looking back. It’s a surreal kind of loneliness. And that hollow moment you described, when you looked up and saw nothing behind the eyes — that hit hard. I’ve felt that moment too. And it’s disorienting… because it forces you to question everything that came before. Was it ever real? Were you ever really loved, or just used to fill a void that was never yours to fix? What you wrote reminded me of something I’ve learned the long and hard way — that trauma is tricky. It can turn people into survivors, but sometimes also into shadows of themselves. And when those shadows start pulling at your own light, you either lose yourself… or you walk away. And that walk away — that’s where your strength truly shows. Here’s something I’ve come to understand, and maybe you have too: At the end of the day, when we allow ourselves to step into a relationship that’s unhealthy, even if it feels electric and thrilling… there’s something in us that needs healing. That’s not about blame — it’s about ownership. And there’s freedom in owning our part. Because it’s the only part we can control. The other person? They’ve got their own shadows, their own history, and their own choices to make. They are responsible for their part. But that’s not our job to carry. Our job is to learn, grow, and forgive — mostly ourselves. It’s not weak to walk away. It’s not cold to let someone go, even if they’re broken. Sometimes the strongest thing you can do — for them, and for yourself — is to stop trying to fix what’s not yours to fix. To walk away without needing to be the hero or the villain. Just… a man who knows what peace feels like, and finally wants that more than he wants chaos. You’ve done that. And in sharing your story, you’ve given voice to a part of many people’s journeys that stays unspoken. That matters. You’ve already turned pain into something with purpose. That’s alchemy, mate. Real gold. Thank you for the honesty. Keep walking the path. And keep holding space for yourself — because you deserve it. Much respect, Yoda”