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🕑 Added 2023-07-09 01:13:12 +0000 UTC I think I could be addicted To the rush, the chills, the thrills. I’ve given up drinks, I’ve quit the drugs Could this be my replacement? I’m overtaken Rendered helpless Losing control Over my own body The urge, the ache I surge, I quake I quiver, I shiver I shudder, then I mutter Passionate pleas It’s all building up Inside of me. This sensory world… I step into, fixated One touch of my own hand On any part of me, Leading the way. Scared of exploring But I dare to take the steps Where else can I go in my mind? Consuming me, all the time. I do what I can To stifle my mind But I lose this battle. My hands don’t stop. Where are they going? Just the knowing Is accelerating The heart rate. I can give myself butterflies. I can feel the nervousness build, I told myself, finally, to slow down Insecurities creeping once again. I had to tell myself “God damn it, bitch! Do you know how fucking sexy you are? I can’t take it. I must touch you, now!” And then, I saw myself… I was transfixed. Narcissist? It felt that way in the moment. I let it all go. I finally let it all go. The skin, the hands, Shaking my own breasts. Absolute teasing Incomparable pleasing. The way I pushed them up, I lose all composure. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Was this me? Or was this… finally me? I needed something else. My body said “Go, now.” She’s so greedy, so impatient. She needed it right then. But my mind said “tease more, rithe more, tilt your head back more, climb the hedge, reach the edge, let it build before you pour it all out. I remembered when I walked outside Naked, in the rain. Then I ran back into the house To fully devour myself. The thrill of the memory Sent me over the edge. Now I’m on the bed. I can’t take it anymore. Inserted… Now I’m getting very perverted. Another memory sparks Of when I created a fantasy Of a tall, dark, handsome older pastor Taking out his sins… on me. A vision of a younger, smaller me Before I knew any better, But old enough to beg For my urges to be fulfilled. Sitting in his front row pew What else could he do But wipe his sweaty brow When I hike my already tight skirt To the very top of my thigh. After the sermon, I am taken out back Whisked away, In the bright sunlight. Everyone else is gone But the sunshine, trees and the breeze. The sun glistening Upon my bare naked skin. The sweetest sin. “Take me, you dirty fucking pastor!” I’m gone, my mind is gone He rips my fishnets, Which were all I had left on. My heels sleep off. He devours me now. “I’m your dirty fucking tease. Now get me on my knees. I’m such a sinner. But sinners have all the fun. And we give… all the pleasure. I’m such a bossy bottom. You will render me senseless With your rod of steel Into my budding, begging tulip. The dew is now pouring This throbbing has me soaring. I’ll never have you snoring Just roaring… Fuck me faster, pastor!!!” I repeat this last line Until I reach the glorious finish line. I lie there, stunned. I’ve re-unearthed My inner freak.
