Diary of a Recovering Sex Addict

Erin Pim

Description

Sharon, a recovering sex addict, is informed by her therapist that she must enroll in Sexual Addicts Anonymous. Convinced that she has her problem under control, she procrastinates getting a sponsor, and continues to try and manage her addiction alone. Hooking up with almost everyone she comes across, from co-workers to ex-boyfriends to other members of SAA, real recovery remains elusive to Sharon. Will she ever truly kick her addiction?

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 08 octobre 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781783339976
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
DIARY OF A RECOVERING SEX ADDICT
Erin Pim



Publisher Information
Diary of a Recovering Sex Addict
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Erin Pim 2014
The right of Erin Pim to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One
Dear Diary,
Mark has told me that he doesn’t want to see me anymore. Ugh.
I’m fine emotionally; I mean, I wasn’t attached to him in any way, except constantly, at the genitals. Mostly, I’m feeling anxiety about how I’m going to satisfy myself on a regular basis, from now on. That’s all this is. Searching for a new person every time gets exhausting. I’ll never end up doing anything else! Not to mention, it’s messy. When I don’t have a consistent sexual partner, my life is so chaotic. And, I hate when it’s like that.
Sharon
Sharon sits in the office of her therapist, going through her pre-therapy ritual. She arrives exactly fifteen minutes early, and goes into a vertical fetal position in the chair, curling her upper body down towards her lap. She does this not only to feel comforted and relaxed, but to avoid thinking about the receptionist in a sexual manner. Upon signing in, she noticed that Rita was missing a button at her bosom. They’re sizeable things, so it’s possible that the shear force of her glorious tits pulling at the confines of her cardigan sweater...
“No,” she thinks. “Concentrate.”
Sharon’s pulls the ponytail of her straight brown hair a little tighter, and closes her eyes. She silently lists off all her goals for the upcoming session.
“Talk about Mark. Confide about sexual anxiety. Request a plan for the future.”
“Sharon?” Rita smiles. Sharon now notices her seductive shade of lipstick. A subtle, glossy pink, that reminds her of a pair of perfectly waxed, slightly moistened pussy lips. “He’s ready for you.”
“And I’m ready for you,” Sharon wistfully thinks. She strongly wishes that this was a different type of appointment. For a whore, for example.
She stands, and walks through the door of personal wellness.
“Hello, Sharon,” Gord greets her. He’s a CSAT; that is, a Certified Sexual Addiction Therapist, though Sharon sees him for various compulsions, highly ritualized patterns of sexual behaviour being only one of them. He’s a middle aged, bearded, cardigan wearing man, but she can’t help herself. She dreams about him being her “daddy”, but tries to remain professional during their sessions. “How are you?” He asks.
“Good,” she chirps. “Managing, and retaining perspective.”
“I see,” Gord nods. Sharon detects a bit of doubt, or condescension in his tone. Always trying to maintain a positive outlook, she continues.
“Yes. There are a few things I would like to accomplish with today’s session, if that’s alright with you.”
“Alright,” he laughs, at the familiarity of her quirks. “Let me have it.”
“Well, I am not longer seeing Mark. So, I would like to develop...”
“You’re not? Sharon, stop for a moment.”
“I’m fine. Really. But, I would like to...”
“Hold on. I’m going to stop you right there.” Sharon takes a frustrated breath, but nods. “How does that make you feel?”
“I’m fine. We weren’t that close. But, I think you’ll agree that this leaves a void in my life that I’ll need to fill. And I don’t want to end up... er, ‘using’.”
“So, if you could use a feeling to describe the situation you are in...”
“Anxiety. Fear.” She knows what he wants to hear.
“That’s good, Sharon. It’s good to recognize the desire to use.” Sharon nods, allowing him to think that the direction of this inquiry is his idea. “It’s a great first step, and one you usually make without too much trouble. But, I don’t want you to get stuck there this time.” He takes a dramatic pause. “I’d like to send you to SAA.”
The blood drains from Sharon’s genitals.
“Wait... what?”
“I think it would be very good for you, especially at a time like this.”
“Oh, I don’t think I need to do that...”
“I do. You’re going to need more help than I can offer you in our counselling, and a sponsor can be available to you twenty four, seven. I think that’s what we need to do, to ensure that you don’t revert to addiction.”
“Can’t I just see you more often?”
“Sharon, no. You’re just going to have to trust my professional opinion on this one.”
“I... don’t know what to say.”
“Say that you’ll try it.” She pauses, to think. As good an idea as Sexual Addicts Anonymous sounds, it usually just makes things worse. Yes, it simultaneously acts as support system and confessional, but put a number of people in the same room, with the same interests, and they’ll just end up doing said activity together. And this ain’t no knitting circle.
“Ok,” Sharon responds, pretending her apprehension is about something else.
“You’re tardy,” Beatrice spits. She’s the head librarian. Sharon judges her only around sixty or so, but the dated wardrobe and resistance to dyeing her grey hair, leaves a much more crochety impression. She may be the one person that Sharon has not considered fucking in the entire universe.
“I always come in at eleven,” Sharon informs her. “I have appointments most mornings. It’s on the schedule. You know I’m a very punctual, competent, hardworking individual, so I don’t...”
“Alright, alright. Get to work.”
“Was trying to,” Sharon says through her teeth, as she forces a smile.
She gets to work restocking the overnight returns. Her library job was specifically chosen to help her with her compulsions. She gets to organize and categorize things, and there isn’t much socializing or personal contact, especially with people her own age. Everyone dresses non-provocatively, and there is a general air of wholesomeness, and order. “I just need to concentrate on work,” she thinks, perusing the titles.
Harry Potter. Nothing overtly sexy, though she’s sure there’s tons of fan fiction out there. The Great Gatsby. No sexually explicit scenes, but the roaring twenties are packed with parties, intoxication, and therefore, fucking. Seventeen Magazine, boasting “Jeans that Make your Butt Look Great”. She composes herself, not allowing herself to open it, and look at the tight teenage asses inside. She considers reporting this indecent yet alluring issue to Beatrice. There’s no way she would allow...
“Hey Sharon!” She looks up, to see Danny. Crap. She was hoping he wouldn’t be in today. The intern’s boyish good looks are hard to resist on a good day. Strawberry blonde hair, with freckles that dust his nose.
“Hey Danny,” she gulps. Surely this is a higher power testing her.
“How was your appointment?”
“Oh, fine. Yep. Fine.” She tries desperately not to make eye contact.
“You doing anything for lunch?”
The horn of Danny’s car beeps, as Sharon straddles his hips. He starts at the sound, but she kisses him deeply, imploring him to continue. He lifts the lever, releasing the seat backwards, and her full weight falls onto his skinny form. As they kiss, he gropes her breasts through her blouse, and she can feel her nipples beg for his touch. She’s been wet since this morning, needing desperately to feed her desire, and is feeling pleased with the amount of time she made herself wait. She feels like she can allow herself this indulgence, because she did a good job holding off this morning. She deserves a little reward.
She unbuttons his fly, but he reaches for her hand. “I don’t know if we should. I mean, we’re right out in the open...”
“Nonsense. It’s full daylight. No one can see us through these tinted windows,” she says, shutting him up with another kiss. She tries to capture his tongue in her teeth, intending to suck on it, but he’s gotten shy. She knocks his hands out of the way, as she reaches once again for his pants, pulling them apart with force. He smiles, realizing her insatiable desire for him. Little does he know, that it’s not necessarily her desire for him, so much as “it”.
She takes out his cock, and he pulls his pants down over his hips, for comfort. She jerks it vigorously, and his eyes bulge out for a moment, almost in shock of the pleasure that it’s already giving him. She moves down to the floor beneath him, preparing to take him into her mouth. She checks her cell phone for the time. She knows she can’t suck off this young guy for too long, anyway. Then they’ll never get to the fucking.
She licks the very tip, bathing the head with her saliva, before putting it in her mouth. She licks up and down the shaft, drooling all over it, so that she can move it in and out easily. Trying to avoid hitting her head on the steering wheel, she takes his pale dick into her mouth, and sucks it with vigour. The spit makes a mess, but it satisfies the dirty part of her; the unclean person that only makes an appearance during sex. That, and he’s got to be rock hard to be able to make her come.
Sharon removes her stockings and underwear, and climbs back on top of him. She hikes up her skirt, and directs his cock towards her pussy, sitting slowly onto it. “Yes,” she mutters, already starting to block him out, and forget he’s even there. It doesn’t matter who. It’s all about her need, now. She st