Coach Styles |HS|

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HS

I could feel it crawling in my veins. My pulse could be heard in my ears as I gripped the edges of my desk and clenched my eyes shut remembering why I came to Austin in the first place. I did this to fix my family and now it could possibly tear open the freshly sewn holes. Tiffany and I have come a long way with me battling my addiction. My children were counting on me, though they didn't even realize it. I didn't think about this before diving right in just to get out of New York where some of my biggest secrets lie. I thought this would be a new beginning.

I felt like my insides were on fire. My pants were growing tighter and the harder I tried to fight this, the more it spread within me until I couldn't control it. I thought I was getting better- everyone thought I was getting better, but when I saw her for the first time, I absolutely lost it. She had an innocent vibe; a sense of purity about her that turned me on so much it was hard for me to control myself yesterday. I wanted to fuck her on the field. I still do even though I know how much that could cost me. My job, my wife, my children, and my freedom. Even if I lose those things somewhere in the back of my brain would be a feeling of satisfactory and relief because got to hear her screaming my name.

Literally.

I could feel the sweat rolling down my face, slicking my skin, and soiling my shirt, but I could give a damn. I just wanted to get out of here. I needed to leave, but I couldn't. I had to monitor the lunches and do practice today with my team. I wanted to call off, say I came down with something, but what good would that do? Tiffany would ask questions, the principal would ask questions, and so would the girls when they saw me next. I couldn't risk it. I knew I had to avoid her at all costs for the sake of my family and my sanity. I just didn't know how long I would be able to keep that up.

"I miss you, baby."

"You just saw me this morning, sweetheart." I chuckled into my phone. I thought calling my wife would get this feeling to go away. I thought that by remembering how much I loved her and how much I wanted my family would get this feeling of wanting Monica beneath me to dissolve, but it didn't. It was like a hallucination whenever things got quiet I felt like I could vividly see her naked body beneath mine as I rammed myself into her from behind. I could hear her screams piercing my ears and my stomach burned and clenched before a throaty groan released itself far in the back of my throat.

A cool chill ran up my spine and I clenched my cellphone hard in my hands while listening to my wife tell me about her day. "Harry, are you listening?" She asked. What did I do to deserve all of this? I didn't know I would grow up to be a raging sex addict. I need it though, and I felt like I was going to die the more I thought about burying myself inside of the young girl.

Christ.

"When I get home I want you naked and ready for me. Do you understand?" I said into the phone. My voice was coming out deeper, little pants leaving my mouth as I tried to hurry Tiffany off of the phone so I could take care of my aching c.ock. I was going to take it out on wife like she always asks me to. She saw this as a coping mechanism, but I didn't. She wasn't enough. I love her to death, I do, but I need more. I've always needed more and I'm going to continue to need more. I spent 6 months in a rehabilitation center, going to group sessions and trying to fight off this addiction and I was doing well. It makes me angry knowing only one person-a little girl could bring back the cravings I buried so long ago.

"You're feeling it again, aren't you Harry?" Tiffany said in a soft tone.

"Yes." I choked closing my eyes. "But I'm not going to do anything. I'm coming home to you. I'll always come home to you. Just please be ready for me so I can have you, baby. I can't wait." I was completely panicking.