So I have a bit of a problem with sex. Call it an addiction, but man it just feels so good! Even when it hurts it’s good. Even when it’s bad, there’s always something you can do personally to make it better.
A couple years ago I was with a guy who felt the same way about it. So obviously that was the first mistake, lol. Put two sex addicts together, what do you get? A broken bed frame.
He lived alone. His bedroom had a bathroom right off of it. He had blackout curtains. Funds for ordering food. Perfect place to isolate yourself and fuck.
It wasn’t the original plan to do that. I got there Friday night. We had salmon for dinner, a salad, some cookies I baked for dessert. Very good, very yummy. Then we went to his bedroom, we were rubbing all over each other like matches trying to combust. We stripped, he fingered me, circled my clit, made me cum. Then he fucked me. Came once on my stomach, then on my face. I took a shower. He smoked up a bit. I joined him.
An hour later I was squeezing my thighs around his head while he ate me out, moaning loud and proud. An hour after that maybe, I was deepthroating his cock. Hour after that, we were asleep, entwined in each other.
The next day, I was met with chocolate chip pancakes, fruit, milk. After we finished eating, we fucked. We fucked all day. Sunday was the same.
It was all a blur. We’d smoke, we’d drink. We’d fuck until it hurt, then take a break. Sometimes we’d still fuck even when it hurt.
I really mean it when I say it was a blur. It was like we’d flipped a switch in each other’s head by accident. We were both so achingly horny. Time was irrelative. Hunger could be treated with pizza. If we got too dirty, the shower was right there. But all of that was rushed. The sex was the single most important thing we could imagine. We needed it. Needed it so so bad.
And then it was Friday. I was covered in kisses, bites, slaps. At some point my phone had ran out of battery. We were in a dip while he showered, I plugged it in to look up some porn or something. And there I was met with the date, many missed calls, and among the dozens of texts, my boss telling me I was fired. Surprisingly no one had filed a missing persons report or anything. But that’s the type of person I was. No one really cared.
Seeing all that didn’t really do anything to me though, in the moment. I just looked up some porn and fingered my self to orgasm. Then I addressed it. And by addressed it, I mean I said sorry to them, got dressed, and left my boyfriend’s apartment without saying goodbye. I was kind of a shitty person, as you can tell.
But yeah. I’ve been in sex hazes since then, but none like that. It was intense and violent, almost. It was great. I’d be lying if I said I don’t crave it again. It’d be nice to go back there now. But y’know. Time moves on.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qnl5ee/mf_i_spent_a_solid_week_in_a_sex_addicted_daze
Ehhhh, your job didn’t sound that great anyway.
Isolation sounds cool, but ever tried something in a more public place? 😂
This is really hot, you invoked a fantasy in me ;)
y’all not smoking weed huh
This makes me feel nostalgic. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. Way to touch an uncommon nerve.
Get your shit together
Go find god
Come back after you found god
Reminds me of My girlfriend from last year of college when she got an apt all for herself. At some point I felt like I was “sexually hibernating” we closed the door and stayed there every weekend and we just fucked and fucked . She was not very kinky but regardless hot as fuck. Up to this day, I haven’t found a partner that matches my sexual drive like she did.
You should post this to stupidslutsclub