[STORY] Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+) (Episode 1 – 10)

Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+)

Epi1…. Yea, I called it a burden, I’ve
been living in denial for a long
time, its high time I own up,
I’ve a problem, I’m addicted to
S£x! Something happened last
month december that made me realize how screwed I am.
It opened my eyes to realize
that I’m really an addict and
that I might need help.
Right before now, I felt it was
ok to do the normal guys stuff, hit on girls, flirt and feel like a
super hero. But now, the more
I have S£x, the more I’m
convinced there’s a higher
power pushing me to self
destruction. Ok, one step at a time, I will
highlite some events of the
past that made me conclude I
seriously need help
Last december, I went to calabar to witness the xmas
carnival. I earlier planned to go
with my girl friend, but her
uncle died, so she had to travel
home to stay with family. I
hooked up with an old course mate of mine ibieme who is
from the town. He works with
the state ministry of tourism
and still stays at their family
house in calabar town.
I arrived at the etim eden park and ibieme came down to pick
me, together with his younger
sister, who he was to drop at
the stadium for her practice. As
we journeyed from the park to
the stadium, I kept stealing glances at the beautiful sister
my friend had. I was at the
back seat, and could easily see
her front bossoms from the
’s side mirror. She noticed I
was staring at her, and it made her a little uneasy, I couldn’t
care less, I was more fixated at
the bossoms bouncing up and
down with the rhythm of the
car. I made sure she observed I
was staring at her, that’s one of the rules of flirting, the
flirtor must let the flirtee know
she’s been flirted upon
My friend’s sis, was a member
of the ‘phantom’ band, one of
the bands participating in the calarba carnival. They were
practicing at the stadium
the ‘d’ day and she was a lead
performer. Ibieme tried to
me about the carnival and the many activities lined up b4 the
27th which was the d-day. He
told me about the miss calabar
beauty peagent coming up
later that night, then the obudu
power bike team displaying the next day, and many more,
but I was caught up again as
the sister raised a hand to
arrange her hair. I could see
the curves of her rich Bosom
thru her sleeveless top, I was already painting the pictures
of her Unclad body when I
noticed she was staring at me.
I recovered briefly only to see
her let out a smile, GAME ON! I
whispered to myself. We got to the stadium and she asked
me to join her. She said it will
be more fun watching them
practice than staying with her
parents in the house. My friend
ibieme supported the idea, saying he was also busy as the
ministry of tourism, his
workplace, is directly in charge
of the carnival. He was to
come later and pick us when
the sister is thru. I asked of her name when we
walked towards the back of
the stadium, “emon” she told
me. “Its short for ini-emon”.
We had a light chat just to ease
up the environment. She joined her band for practise and I was
sited at a spot watching them.
I walked toward the swiming
pool which was filled up with
people. Some girls were
playing volleyball at the , and I went to watch. It was
obvious they were learners,
the game was so boring I just
walked away. I went back to
my spot and a nice pretty girl
was sitted right beside me. She asked whether i was part
of the phantom band and I told
her I was new in calabar. She
was very lively and we
chatted away. I noticed emon
was staring at us every other minute as if the girl I was
gusting with will soon turn to
a lion and bite me. I collected
her number when I noticed the
practice was over and emon
walking towards me. She said its time to go, and I purposely
asked her to give me a minute.
She walked towards the gate
and I told my new friend I’d
luv to hang out with her
someday. She said I should give her a call, then I smiled
and moved towards emon.
Emon just finished a call, she
looked up to me and asked if I
was thru with my girlfriend, I
smiled and told her I was just socializing.
She told me her brother was
caught up at work and we
have to go home on our own.
She said she wants to catch up
with her at the cultural centre, I jokingly asked if they
were pretty and she sort of
flared up a bit. I put on my
charms and teased her about
her being melancholic. She
took on a defensive approach and I assured her I meant well.
We had a long talk all the way
from stadium, thru 11/11 road,
down to cultural centre. Her friends were not yet their,
so we settled down in one of
the inns at the cultural centre.
After some bottles of night
train, we were more open, and
she asked loads and lots of questions about me; my job,
relationship, goals, career,
faith etc. She mentioned that I
was staring at her at the car,
then I told her how captivating
she was, how I was taken aback by her stunning beauty
(it was mostly the chilled night
train talking). She kept smilling
while I was rubbing her palms
which she kept carelessly on
my laps. She leaned closely and rested her head on my
shoulders, with my hands
crossed over her shoulders, I
started stroking the curves of
her Bosom under the shade
provided by the canopies. I noticed the goose pimps
spreading over her hand as she
responded to every stroke. I
managed to slip my hand
inside the opening of her cloth,
rubbed her bare Bosom a little, then moved for the n-i.p.p.le.s
which was already hard. Suddenly, her phone rang and
she sat straight like she just
recovered from a spell, it was
idieme, her brother

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