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Bad Habits Never End Well

Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sillyjenny, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

I stare out the window, with my earphones on with the volume up high to avoid thinking. To resist the temptation of contacting him again. I look at my phone, debating whether I should call him or not. I know it's a bad habit. I always call him and tell him to come to me because he can make me feel alive. He fills an ache that I have and always succeeds in making me believe that I am worthy of love during our time together even though deep inside, I know it's not true. At least, not anymore. I always feel like a piece of fucking crap after he leaves and the darkness swallows me up again. I can never bear to look myself in the mirror as I pass it to go into the shower. The dead, crazy look in my eyes that holds too much. I can't look. I can't bear to look into my own haunted eyes. He has become my bad habit, my addiction. The anesthesia to my pain. I crave his mouth, his tongue on my skin, his touch and his beautiful cock that stretches me to fit him. I crave him so much that it hurts and makes it hard to breathe until he pulls me into his arms and fucks me like a man out of control. I love it when he buries himself deep inside me. Nothing else matters when he touches me. Not even the annoying voices in my head. It's just me and him. I scroll through my contact list until I find his name. I click on it and his information pops up with his picture. I can feel the familiar warmth as it travels down to my pussy, making me ready for him. I'm always ready for him. You shouldn’t. ... It’s not right. You have to stop this, Kat. You know what happened the last time he left. My annoying conscience is talking again. I wish I could slap her and tell her to shut the fuck up. I look away from my phone and stare at the angry red mark on my arm. She’s right though. That wasn’t a pretty night... after I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror... There's other ways to deal with this, Kat. You can find help. “Shut the fuck up,” I mutter under my breath. I turn my attention back to my phone again. His picture still smiles at me. I click on the call button and hold my breath. Why am I so fucking nervous? One ringtone. Two. He picks up on the third ring. “Hello?” His cool, calm voice causes another delicious, aching warmth to travel down to my sweet spot. “Ch- Chris?” “Hey, Kitty Kat. What’s up?” My lips curl at the nickname. “I need you again…” I say breathlessly. “I’ll come over in 10," he answers automatically. “I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in when you get here," I hang up before he says anything else. We have an understanding. No relationship. Just friends with benefits. I want nothing more from him. I have made it clear from the beginning, and he accepts it. It's what every guy wants, right? No strings, no commitments. Just hard, raw sex whenever I need it. It's a perfect arrangement for me. No drama. No feelings. I turn away from the window and make my way to the front door to unlock it before walking to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. ...