Fantasies - we all have them.
For some it’s their dream job; others want the wedding, the 2.5 kids, the white picket fence.
My fantasies are a bit more...depraved.
Dark and sinful, they have destroyed relationships and my livelihood, yet I still submit to them like a slave.
For most, it’s a natural expression of love, caring, or lust.
But there are those of us who can’t stop once we’ve had a taste.
Those of us who don’t want to.
And the shame of that never-ending cycle will eat us alive...
My name is Evan James, and I am a sex addict.
[su_quote]”Well, inexperienced she must be, because no respectable single female wanting to pick up a man would admit to owning two cats.”
He took a long gulp of his drink. “One can never have enough pussy.”[/su_quote]
[su_quote]”Maybe that’s what you want,” he said, his voice low and seductive like a vampire compelling its prey. She wasn’t moving, so he took that as a sign to continue. “Maybe you like the idea of me hiking that tight-as-fuck skirt up your legs, bending you over my desk, and shoving inside of you”Ì¢‰âÂ‰Ûhe paused and leaned a little closerÌ¢‰âÂ‰Û”just as I’ve been imagining all day.”[/su_quote]
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