My sexual Addiction
His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.
. How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue.
I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought.
And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to?
I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.