Addict

That evening I found myself alone in my dorm room. The productive inspirational period had not lasted as long as I had hoped. Images of Maria's arched back, her round bottom bouncing gently against my abdomen, jumped to the front of my consciousness. So vivid were these events that I could hardly believe I was not still in that shower. I might as well have been. I knew she was in a dorm room almost directly beneath mine. I sat on my futon for a while...

"I am an addict," I thought...

I am tied to a hospital bed tightly, begging for my captor to release me. She approaches in nothing but knee-high tube socks and tennis shoes carrying a syringe. I act invisible. She pokes the needle up into a jar and pulls the plunger, filling the chamber. I shudder in horror and wrestle, desperate to break free. It is hopeless.

She pulls the needle out and holds it near for my perusal, smiling easily. I do not know where I am. I know nothing but terror as she approaches.

Assessing my condition, she is delighted. She can release me from torment. In her hand she holds the cure to my suffering. It is intoxicating to her. It is her purpose.

The horror in my eyes sends shivers of lust through her spine. She knows she is the only cure. My only cure. At this moment she lives to sooth me, and runs the back of her hand over my trembling cheek. A calm insanity fills her bright eyes in anticipation.

She knows she is about to free me from worry, from pain, from hell. She is desperate to do so, but pauses, soaking up the uncertainty. My wide eyes bring her closer. They invite the needle closer to my arm.

I hush myself and choke down the terror. I feign relaxation. I must be calm. I must. I am not. The degree of my conviction thrills her. With the needle against my skin she pauses once more and breathes heavily.

She monitors my expression. It progresses from panic to dread. I look into her eyes, pleading. She is obsessed. I am finished. I raise my chin and close my eyes, resigned to the unknown. I prepare for death.

She plunges the needle into my flesh and injects the heroine.

Within moments jagged knives of pleasure tear through flesh and bone engaging the capacity of my nervous system. The rush of savagery consumes all as I discover the futility of resistance. I feel it overwhelming the balance of my soul. All moments have existed for this one. All life begins and ends here.

It lasts.

Seconds, minutes, hours...

Finally, reality begins to approach from the deep.

I assemble my senses and open my eyes, slowly.

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I drop my head, observing the formidable mess in front of me. I don't know whether I am ashamed or satisfied, a slave or free. I towel off and brush my teeth, then walk over to my computer and check my email once more before bed. There was one message. It was from Maria...

Hi Magnus! Heather and I took these for you tonight. (It's so fun to be directly beneath you ;) hmm.) I think we'll be up late, so you're welcome to keep us company if you can't sleep. Otherwise, sweet dreams. -Maria

They were three pictures of the two of them nude and enjoying one another on Maria's bed. I wanted to escape, and closed my browser. I tried to shake it off and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed. So natural, so smooth, their skin. There was no resisting the intensity of my imagination as I considered their present proximity. I placed my hands at my sides and squeezed both thighs. I was taken. I knew it. I was an addict.