Confession of a Sex Addict the Confession That Made Me Flinch and Blush

The unexpected confession of a sex addict.

Confession of a sex addict. It was a night like every other night, or so I thought. We watched our usual show, cuddling on the couch and then he suggested some wine. When I walked back to the living room, he had sat up, his leg was bouncing, and he was wringing his hands. He couldn’t look at me. My heart fell, and I knew I had to brace for impact. Was he breaking up with me?

He finally looked up at me and said, “I have to tell you something!” That is never good. I put the wine glasses down and sat next to him. He grabbed my hand and looked at me with fear in his eyes and said, “I think I’m a sex addict”. At first, I thought I had misheard him. I’m sure my face showed my confusion. I was expecting a breakup speech or maybe another woman, but not the confession of a sex addict. I was shocked and … curious? My heart paused and then raced. Who was this man before me?

His eyes told me he wasn’t joking, the confession of a sex addict.

And I…wasn’t mad. My mind raced, “How much had he done? With Who? How far did it go?”  I should have been hurt or felt betrayed but all I felt was.. heat? Admitting to myself that I wanted more of this confession of a sex addict. I wanted MORE of him!

As he kept talking, confessing more of his sex addiction, he thought I would interrupt, get angry, and leave. He kept looking up at me with this vulnerable pleading in his eyes. Begging me to understand the shame he felt over his compulsive hookups, porn addiction, and meaningless sex acts. I was just fascinated and more than a little wet thinking of the danger.

After hearing the confession of a sex addict, the goody two shoes side of me said Run. This is not safe! But the wild side of me, the side making my panties wet, well, she roared! My body was responding before my mind could catch up. I didn’t want his addiction, I wanted his truth, every last dirt,y filthy detail. I had always been drawn to this kind of darkness, never judging but always chasing that quickening of my pulse. That nervous breath right before the danger touched me. It wasn’t chaos or cruelty. It was just depth, and I longed for it!

When he touched me that night.

At first, he just looked at me, he didn’t try to touch me. He was scared this confession of a sex addict had changed him, had changed us. He was expecting me to flinch, but I didn’t!

I reached out to him and caressed his face, and I told him,” I’m not going to leave,” should have asked more, said more. I wondered if I could be a part of this without losing myself. There was so much unspoken, but at that moment, I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. He was hesitant, but he finally kissed me back deeply and desperately. Tangled together, two flawed people holding each other’s truths.

The confession of a sex addict, so now what?

I didn’t have any answers… I just knew I loved him, that I was honored by his truth! It took a little longer to come to terms with my own… I loved the confessions of a sex addict, and I wanted a part of the action. So many thoughts of how we could make that happen were running through my mind.  He thought his truth would push me away, instead it pulled me deeper – into him, into us, into something wild I never saw coming.

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