Everyone has some kind of afflictions. Drug, alcohol, gambling addictions. Not to mention, some of these addictions are hard to kick. However, my addiction is something different. My addiction is something that can't be fixed. My incurable addiction is sex.
My addiction is incurable. Unlike most fiends,
I accepted the inevitable.
I know it would end so many relationships. As my addiction takes control, previous women end up abandoning ship.
They say I want sex too much. Knowing I get turned on with just one touch.
The last time I had sex, it lasted for hours. Sex so intense, it lasted four hours.
The kiss of her lips, the feel of her hips, gets me open. Watching her undress was an incredible moment. It's like watching your favorite football team scoring the winning touchdown at the last minute. The experience is breathtaking.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I grab her hips
Closer to me as I kiss her lips.
She sat on my lap in nothing but a tank top and panties on.
Knowing full well I'm ready to get my Mandingo on.
I picked her up and gently laid her down on the bed.
She had my manhood rising and I wasn't undressed yet.
She knew I wanted to give her a full ride scholarship to the university of ecstasy.
But it was plain to see, my objective was to make her scream, "Yes Big Daddy!"
Our lovefest became so intense.
That the beat of our hearts hasn't gone amiss.
As we become twisted and tangled between the sheets.
Your groans become louder as I hit the spot so sweet!
Finally, entering into your sweet abyss,
Steadily stroking. Not one beat missed.
Your panting, my moaning. Your scratching, my groaning, as the stroking of my manhood
Becomes strong and deep.
The thrust of my hips makes you squeak.
At least, we climax together at first. Only, for you to cum again, all while taking in my thick girth. My seed dripping out of you, holding and caressing each other.
Yet, I can't stop wanting more of you.
I now finally realized what I'm addicted to.
Sex is not my addiction.
My addiction is you.
About the Creator
T. Wray Noir
I'm a small-town writer from Upstate, NY, who enjoys writing about my life experiences through poems, short stories, and essays. My goal is to share my thoughts, dreams, and ideas with you. And hopefully, put a smile on your face!
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