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

Episode 1

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

car’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 gist

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 court, 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 friends 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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