Autographed by Alex!
My name is Abigail Summers, and I'm addicted to sex. Yes, you read right. I'm a woman that craves... no, needs to have a man take my body on a daily basis. If I don't have sex at least once a day, my body shakes from withdrawals, my stomach cramps with unbearable pain, my sexually hazed mind goes haywire, and I become extremely irritable and a major b*tch. This isn't a lifestyle I've chosen for myself. It's a struggle I deal with every single day.
I don't do relationships, because what man wants to be stuck knowing his girl may be out having sex with some random guy if he's not available? You may think this is something that I can control, but I say screw you; you've never been in my shoes before.
The cravings may be something I can't control, but I've learned to embrace them. I've tried the sexual addiction support groups. I've tried curbing my appetites. I've been shunned, criticized, ridiculed, and called every nasty name under the sun. Well, I say f*ck all you judgmental a-holes. I'll have sex with who I want, when I want, where I want. Embarrassment? That's a thing of the past. This is my life now, and those that don't like it can go straight to hell.
But then he came along and screwed everything up. Colt Maverick. For once in my life, I want more, crave more from one guy. A guy that's sweet and doesn't match my hard interior. A guy that looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and claim me as his own. A guy that will most definitely not be okay with my addiction. A guy that I want over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I demand it.
I now have a new addiction. But will he be enough to satisfy my uncontrollable desires?
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