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Making Me Feel endangered
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2025-07-19 18:42:37
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My sexual Addiction My Body Is Louder Than My Word
I had just walk to lanes office with a little to no smile on my face.Seven days. I had gone seven full days without getting fucked, masturbation, or falling into the black hole of lust-filled fantasies. It didn't went easy on me. All I could feel was My body feeling susssy for fuck and squirt. I had to distract myself with everything I could long walks, cold showers, loud music, even reading books that weren’t erotica.But I did it. And I was proud. I wanted to walk in here and show him I was getting better.But the second I saw him, that confidence began slipping off.He was sitting in his usual chair, that calm, unreadable look on his face. Slate-gray shirt, sleeves rolled up. His fingers rested lightly on a notebook, not writing, not fidgeting just calm.God, why did he have to look like that?“Hi, Amelia,” he said, voice low and warm.“Hey.” I sat down across from him, legs crossed, a little too slowly. I tried to make it casual, but something in me wanted him to notice. I slitly
My sexual Addiction undescribable discomfort
At first, I thought Lane was just joking around."No hookups, no masturbation, and no flirting for one week," he said, completely calm, as if he were suggesting I just drink more water or get a good night's sleep.I laughed.A real, surprised laugh that slipped out before I could think twice about it.But Lane didn’t join in. He just raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to catch on.“Oh, you’re serious?” I asked, feeling my voice shrink.He nodded. “Absolutely.”I blinked. “Why?”“Because your body has gotten used to using pleasure especially sexual pleasure as a way to sidestep pain,” he explained. “And when we take that escape away, even for just a bit, you’ll start to feel what’s really underneath.”“But what if I don’t want to feel what's underneath?” I asked softly.Lane leaned back in his chair. “That’s why this challenge is so important.”My stomach dropped.A week. Seven days.No touching, no scrolling through enticing pictures online, no letting someone else touch me, and defini
My sexual Addiction feelings I couldn't describe
I didn’t plan to say anything today.Honestly, I wasn't even sure why I bothered to come.After the photo I saw on my car seat, I spent the whole weekend looking over my shoulder. Every little sound set me on edge. I barely ate, couldn't sleep, and found myself checking my locks repeatedly. Each time I sat down, I imagined someone lurking behind me.Watching.Waiting.And the worst part? I wasn't even surprised. This was my normal—living in fear, in silence, pretending everything was okay.But it wasn’t.When I stepped into Lane’s office, he could see it. I didn’t even attempt to fake a smile. My hands trembled as I hugged my purse close to my chest for a bit of comfort.He didn’t bring up the photo issue. Not yet.Instead, he asked something straightforward.“How are you doing today?”That question hit harder than it should’ve.I sat down, arms crossed, trying to hold it together. My chest felt tight, and my throat was on fire.“My heart’s tired,” I barely managed to say.Lane didn’t
My sexual Addiction Therapy Isn’t Safe Anymore
I couldn’t stop staring at the note.It was all crumpled after being folded and unfolded so many times, with black ink smudged in spots where my fingers had gripped it too tightly. Just five words. Five simple words that were stuck in my mind like a something I wished would just go away.He can not save you.That night, I sat on my bed, legs crossed, the note resting on my lap. I kept looking at it, almost hoping it would reveal who wrote it. But it didn’t. It just lay there, silent and ominous.At first, I thought it was Jason. That seemed like the simplest explanation. He had been the shadow in my life for years. But no Jason had distinct, jagged handwriting. This note was neat, almost meticulous. Someone had taken their time crafting it.That freaked me out even more.Because if it wasn’t Jason… then who was it?I tried to tell myself it didn’t mean anything. Maybe it was just a prank. Or some bizarre coincidence. But deep down, I understood it was more than that. This note ended u
My sexual Addiction Making Me Feel endangered
I had that dream again.It all started like a scene from a movie. I found myself in Lane’s office. The room felt warm, the lights were dim. I could sense his gaze on me not in a threatful way but as if I were something significant. Like I mattered.In the dream, I approached him. My heart raced; my hands trembled. He looked composed as always. But as I got closer, something shifted. He gently touched my face, slowly. Not like anyone else had. His hand felt warm. Safe.And then I woke up.My heart was racing. My skin was hot, and my breath came in shallow gasps. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. But no, I was back in my room, alone. I glanced at the clock it was 3:47 AM.I sat up in bed, pulling the covers tightly around me, staring at the wall. What was that all about? Why was I dreaming of him? And this wasn’t just a one-time thing third time this week.I felt embarrassed. Not about what happened in the dream, but because I actually liked it. It made me feel... something.
My sexual Addiction Tell Me I’m Real
Sometimes, silence can feel louder than a scream.Today was definitely one of those days for me.Sitting on Lane’s couch, I had my arms crossed, one leg bouncing like it was trying to escape. I wasn’t even pretending to be okay. No facade, no flirting, no smirk—just me. Quiet. Unfiltered.He didn’t push me to talk.He was across from me as usual—legs relaxed, hands resting loosely, his expression unreadable. But this time, I noticed how he was watching me. Not like I was a patient. Not like I was a girl with too many red flags. More like someone who’s waiting for a truth I hadn’t had the guts to voice.And suddenly, the silence felt overwhelming.“You ever think,” I blurted out, “about how things might’ve turned out differently if just one thing in your life had changed?”Lane took a moment before slowly nodding.“All the time,” he replied.I stared at the floor, my throat tightening.“My thing,” I said, my voice breaking a little, “was a man. I was nine.”His entire body tensed up.I
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