Obsession VS addiction

and so i sit, at 2 in the morning wondering what the hell happened. The difference between obsession and addiction? Its no longer just a thought of whats to come, planning out the moves, the scene, the dance of it... Its now a game... .searching out your next player, or victim. I am an addict. There is nothing to it. Plain and simple. I AM! And tonight like no other night i wonder what the hell it is about me that screams $50 whore. Or is tonight like every other night? Okay so not to that extent. But there i was in the bar, spot a nice looking 6ft 3 blond hair, pale blue eyes, and i know that if i can just make eye contact, He's mine. We finished off the game, we won 14 to 1.
Normally i would leave after the last round is played, but i was now on the hunt. It became a game. A game I have yet to lose. My prize? His name is Tex. Mild mannered, just minding his own business and has no idea he is about to be played. So i take a seat, two stools down from him. I start up a conversation with his friend. A couple of quirky remarks and they both laugh, and i leave the room. I return a few minutes later and he has come up with something clever, i knew he would take the time to do it. And i play it off as if im not sure what he is talking about. That is part of the game. We laugh and i leave the room again. Took the bait, and now he is hooked. Doesn't even know it yet. I came back to the room, take a seat and let them talk, i over hear a familiar name, "I'm sorry, where do you work?"
He looks at me and tells me ... i smile, "oh forgive me, the name sounded familiar, thought we might work at the same place" He moves closer to me leaving his friend out of our new conversation. "And where is it that you work" he asked me..................
and so we talk. I make comments about the music, and the decorations in the bar. Leaning in because i just cant hear him that well. He takes me in, almost hugging me now. I start to "quiz" him on the songs being played. He doesnt know the group that sings the song on the juke box. He then quizes me .. "Janis Joplin" i say, I'm right and I laugh "what do i win?" "Me" he say's "but only for the next 30 minutes". I grab his hand and clumsily trip over him, "Okay" as if to head out the door and we both laugh. Now he is holding my hand and keeping me from falling. Except its all part of the game. We talk some more, about what he does, hobbies, and just all kinds of bull shit... i say its a little hot .. he agrees. We head outside where we get cozy and take in the air. No more talking just touching each others hands, he hugs me from behind and we begin to whisper softly to each other about the night. Plans for the morning. I say its getting late... he agrees.
I turn to him, "what ... ?" I couldnt hear him, so i would like for him to believe.
except i graze his lips with mine when i turned my head. And bam... we kiss.
He's mine... Havent lost one yet. He had asked if i wanted to go to his place, instead I invited him over to my place, he's game. He's GAME?
no ... just a player in my game. He sits nervously on my couch as i get something to drink. "Are you okay?" "yea" he says, "just a little nervous". "aww.... dont do this much? huh?"
"No" and so i tell him to relax, no pressure no promises. and we talk .. watch a little television. He starts to kiss me and undress me. I can see the bulge building in his jeans. We head towards the bed, and kiss some more. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my breast, my stomach. He made his way between my legs and licked my pussy till i came. I can tell he liked it. His cock is stiff and ready to fuck my cunt. He starts to kiss my mouth again and his cock enters my pussy. We fucked till he came. His body fell against mine, his breath on my neck, he trembles.
"Good?" i ask. "Oh hell yea!" he said it was amazing. It always is. I never disappoint.
The clencher? He's married. Never once cheated on his wife. Not once. Why tonight? whats so different about tonight? He has no clue. He'll regret this in the morning. He regrets it now.
he says that it was something in my eyes, my smile. He doesnt know ... it was just something that he wanted. He doesnt regret being with me .. just cant believe that he cheated. Married for over 4 years and tonight of all nights. What was so different?
i have that effect of guys. and i laugh. I always have that effect on guys,
so the difference between obsession and addiction. There is a scent, an aura that surrounds me. There is a look of addiction in my eyes. Guys can see it when i walk into a room. They can sense it. All i have to do is pick out which guy i want. and play my game. I have taken guys aways from their wives, girlfriends sitting two inches away from them, can get a gay guy to suck my toes and like it. I can take a straight girl and make her beg for my pussy. Its all about the how i play them. It's my game. my obession? It controls my moves. And for it I control theirs.
Im not proud, that is one reason i sit here rather than asleep in bed. I actually feel bad for him. I played him and for it, he will regret it forever. And that is where it ends. I took him and effected his life for 4 hours of entertainment for me. Granted i did get fucked and came for it. But he will not likely forget this night as i might. I may remember it, chances are i'll forget it, forget his name, forget the way we met, and it will happen all over again within the week, just the player changes................ (if i choose).
Its a game ................ and I have yet to lose.