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UPDATE: THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL...JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD CLEAR THAT UP.

UPDATE TWO: THIS IS PART ONE OF A COLLAB BETWEEN DESY AND I. READ PART TWO HERE

The mere scent of a woman nearly drives me to the point of climax. I am addict; a relentless one at that, enthralled by the motion of a woman’s hips as she walks. Salivating as her strut invites me into the most intimate crevices of her body with little effort. My eyes immediately gravitate to the small of the back as I envision caressing that very spot with the tips of my thumb as I gently tame her kitten from behind. I love to imagine the details of our escapade from the point where I lure her into my web to the exact moment I’m injecting my sweet venom into her, satisfying that craving that fuels me. Sex is a pleasing experience for most, but a vice for me; a habit that has crippled my ambition and made nature’s pleasurable facilitator of life a woeful burden. The seconds that pass by are spent thinking about the delectable taste of a woman’s nectar and the calculated cadence of my manhood that follows. The sound a woman emits after I have driven her to her pinnacle and the comforting feeling of her body trembling as we both share a brief moment of vulnerability. It’s my weakness and against my mightiest will I have began to dwell in those moments of defenselessness. For me sex is the taste of nicotine and tobacco thwarting the resistance of a pesky patch. But I have succumbed to the beckoning of this vice for the final time.

All things must come to an end. This obsession will no longer inhibit me. I quit. I’m tired of this yearning occupying my waking moments and invading the innocence of my dreams. I’m tired of the lingering feeling of guilt that follows those quiet mutual moments of vulnerability. No longer will I be motivated by the smooth friction of two sweaty bodies working tirelessly in the name of love. For it is not love that motivates me, it is an intense urge rooted in greed and selfishness. I’ll fight that urge with the ferocity of a follower of the Lord’s word and contain my addiction to the point of celibacy. I quit.