My sexual Addiction
The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.
I shut the journal, slid it under my pillow, and lay back, staring at the ceiling, my body ached not just from denial, but from the mental exhaustion of fighting myself, I’d tried every trick, cold showers, breathing exercises even reading books that bored me to death, None of it worked, My mind was a movie reel of everything I craved, the stretch of skin under my hands, the taste of sweat, the sound of a low, deep moan in my ear.
By nightfall, I couldn’t take it anymore.