I’m addicted to sex.
It’s sad really, I get excited in the beginning, but once it’s happening, the magic dies and it’s numbing. I don’t know why the excitement doesn’t last, but I can’t stop or want him to stop.
Just the feeling of him pushing into me, retreating, entering, leaving, I never want him to stop even though I’m not excited anymore. I guess it’s knowing that even though he leaves me, he’ll always come back on time. It’s maintaining that schedule, the rhythm that I long for.
Even when he’s satisfied, I never want him to stop. If I had it my way, I would want […]