A couple slips since my last entry including one Sunday night after an intimate dinner with friends. I drive home feeling connected and loved. These are good feelings which signal smooth driving ahead so why not put the car in cruise control for awhile. The addict, consummate backseat driver that it is, grabs the steering wheel and screams, “Move over and buckle your seat belt, good feelings! We’re going off-road!”
One thing an addict understands pretty quickly. My addiction wants me dead.
And so back to adult bookstore to wander the labyrinth of booths in the back and worship at the glory hole. Here’s a pic I took of one with my iPhone yesterday.
Days & Hours of a Recovering Sex Addict 