1. Addiction


    Date: 11/19/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Jayne33, Source: LushStories

    Have you ever been addicted to something? I mean really addicted, like when you have an overpowering need to experience something that you know is good. When you want it so much that you risk the pleasure it brings, transforming from a moderate indulgence into craving it. Even when logically, you know you risk destroying it for good, but you just can’t help yourself. For me, my addiction is you. I have an overpowering lust for you. Lust, it’s a strange beast. Sometimes it can sneak up on you and appear when you least expect it. Other times it lingers, building slowly over a longer period of time. It’s moments like that which I enjoy the most. The anticipation, simmering away and building heat gradually, until it reaches boiling point and can no longer be contained. How long had the tiny bubbles of desire been building for you? I’ll tell you, too long. I don’t know how I’ve survived, barely getting by on the meager amount of contact, using the small scraps of time like rations to get me through. I’m not sure if you knowingly fed my addiction to you? Did you allow the levels to drop to a point, so that you’re nearly completely out of my system, before throwing me some more attention and dragging me right back in? I never thought we’d get to we’re at now. I’d imagined it, god I’d imagine it so many times and in so many ways, but I’d never actually believed we’d end up here. Can you see the way my body is reacting to being so close to you? We aren’t touching, but the distance ...
    between us is so tiny. You must be able to feel the vibrations around us; the tension making the air thick. My body lightly shakes; every nerve ending is fired and ready to receive your touch. My breaths are deep. I’m holding back, using all my strength to stop from reaching out to make the first contact. Everything inside me is screaming for any sort of physical connection. I crave the electricity that course through me anytime we touch. Every time I’m around you I feel it, like the strongest magnet pulling me to you. My hand twitches and my mind plays visions of pulling you towards me, but I hold it. It has to come from you. Do you feel it? You must, surely it can’t all be me. So far I’ve looked everywhere except straight into your eyes. I’m usually confident to make eye contact with people, taking enjoyment from the power I feel when using that direct approach. I look at your hands, but that doesn’t help me. I look at your lips and that only makes it even worse. Maybe if I could find my voice I could break the tension with my words, but they stick in my throat. I doubt they’d even make sense if they could pass my lips. My mouth has gone dry. My brain is struggling to focus beyond the proximity of you. You’re consuming me and you haven’t even touched me. Part of me wishes you would just reach over and end my torturous wait; yet another wants this moment to last forever. It happens that quickly that I don’t register the first contact of your lips with mine. It isn’t the ...
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