I Am a Sex Addict Page #4

Unfortunately, she wasn't there.

I was mad at myself for having wasted

so many hours of my day,

but I didn't want to leave empty-handed.

I asked that same question to every

prostitute that was there that day.

I might even have asked

some of them twice.

Afterwards, I felt strangely euphoric.

And I returned home feeling that I had

finally gotten this thing out of my system.

(moaning)

But I was wrong.

Instead of fantasizing

about just the one prostitute,

I was now fantasizing about all of them.

I went back the next day...

and the next day...

and the next.

At first it was enough just to talk to them...

... and to fantasize

about them afterwards.

(moaning)

But after a while, just talking to them

was no longer enough.

Now, I know that a lot of guys

in my situation

would have just gone ahead

and had sex with the prostitute

and not told their wife about it.

But I had this thing about honesty.

You see, when I was a kid,

my mother found out that my father

had been cheating on her

and made him drive my sister and me

to this other woman's apartment

in order to humiliate him in front of us.

I was too young to know what sex was,

but I knew that it was a very bad thing

and that it was responsible

for my parents' divorce.

I was only eight years old at the time,

but I began to hate my father.

And I vowed to myself

that I would never be like him.

(crying)

You know, if you really need

to see a prostitute, you can.

I don't want to see a prostitute.

I want to try to resist.

But I think I need your help.

What do you want me to do?

I just need to be able to talk to you.

I think if I can talk to you about it,

I'll be less tempted,

and it'll be easier for me to resist.

You can talk to me about it.

I can?

Of course.

Ohh.

God, I feel so much better.

Are you tempted to have

intercourse with a prostitute

or just to get a blow job?

Oh, no. Just get a blow job.

I would never want to have intercourse

with one. That would gross me out.

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

You're the only person I'd ever want

to have intercourse with.

You promise?

Yeah, I promise.

Is there anything I can do

to make you less tempted?

Maybe if you could give me

blow jobs more often?

I don't mind.

I can even give you a blow job

right now if you like.

Okay.

I felt guilty accepting her offer,

but I thought it might be a good idea.

(moans)

I was still fantasizing

that she was a prostitute,

but the fact that she knew

and accepted this part of me

made it different than before.

It made it something we were sharing,

something that we were doing together.

And I felt that I was seeing Caroline

for the first time.

(moaning)

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