AllFreeNovel
Share Us
3
ZANDER
HALE
“HOW WAS YOUR vacation?” Dr. Dempson asked. She pulled her thin framed glasses from her face and rubbed at the bridge of her nose before replacing them. “Did you have any… issues?”
Issues meaning sexual urges and or the need to stick my cock in the closest attractive woman.
What could I say?
It was a sickness.
An honest to God disease with no real cure.
Fornication in all forms was my thing. I was addicted to sexy women and the things their bodies were capable of. I was addicted to the release—the rise and the fall of a fantastic orgasm. The way my body responded and the high afterward.
Oral sex.
Several positions.
Domination.
When it came to me, it was more likely to be all three.
I hadn’t always been an addict. I could remember being an ordinary guy who enjoyed a healthy sexual appetite.
Missionary.
Doggy style.
No blindfolds.
Nothing even remotely exciting when I think about it.
Then one night during a drunken party, I smoked a little too much weed and suppressed memories of when I was a young boy surged forward and left me entirely fucked up.
I had forgotten all about my mother’s young boyfriend and the things he used to do me, but all it took was my first taste of drugs and a makeout session with a girl to remember. The memories came rushing over me like a disgusting wave of guilt and shame.
You would think memories like those would turn a person away from sex, but that was not what happened. Those memories needed to be erased, and the only way to do that was to replace them with pleasure.
So that was what I tried to do.
Repeatedly.
With many women.
And many times.
My tastes were unique and sometimes involved a certain amount of pain for my partner, but it felt terrific to lash out. And it seemed the more I played, the more he went away.
For years, I felt guilty over the sick sexual desires I housed until finally, I was old enough to act on them. I did all the twisted things I longed to do, and I did them well.
Women were everywhere.
Sucking me.
Fucking me.
