I’m not sure how it all started. Maybe it was the way her eyes followed me around the room, or the way her red lips would curve into a sultry smile every time she caught my glance. Maybe it was the way her body moved when she danced or the way her hand brushed against mine as she passed me on her way to the bar.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t withstand her. Every moment I spent with her felt like I was diving into an abyss, struggling to discover my footing in a sea of lust and desire.
I’d never considered myself someone who was easily tempted, but with her, it was different. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.
Our relationship started off as innocent enough, but as the weeks went by, things started to get more intense. The sex was wild, raw, and passionate, and I found myself craving her touch more and more with each passing day.
At first, I was able to keep control of my urges. I could ration our time together, limit the intensity of our encounters, and ensure that I didn’t let my lustful desires get the better of me.
But over time, it became harder and harder to keep everything contained. I found myself craving her in methods that I never wondered were feasible. Everything became about sex, and it consumed my every waking wondered.
I’d often discover myself sitting at work, daydreaming about the way her body felt against mine. I’d frequently take long, hot showers, hoping that the water would wash away the lustful thoughts that consumed my mind.
But nothing could ever quite quench the burning desire that I felt for her. Every time I went down the rabbit hole of our relationship, it felt like I was taking another drink from the bottle of obsession.
It got to the point where I couldn’t withstand her anymore. I’d show up at her apartment in the middle of the night, unable to control myself. Our relationship had become like a vicious cycle of addiction, and I couldn’t break free from the cycle.
The line between reality and fantasy had completely blurred, and the abyss of our relationship had consumed me entirely.
I knew that what we were doing was wrong. I knew that I was becoming more and more reliant on her with every passing day. But I couldn’t stop myself. Every moment I spent with her felt like a reprieve from the monotony of the rest of my life.
It wasn’t until she finally left me that I realized just how much I’d become addicted to her. Without her, everything felt empty, and I was completely lost.
It took me months to pull myself out of the abyss of our relationship, and even now, I still feel the lingering effects of our addiction.
But in the end, I learned that it’s not worth diving headfirst into the abyss of lust and desire. It may feel good in the moment, but the consequences are far too great.