Sex vs Love : Which is it?

The sex addict.

Welcome to my crazy life

Im not an easy person to please, but it doesn't take much to bring me pleasure. I'm.... Not sure my name matters here. At least not right now and not to him , assuming he even remembers the alias I told him at the bar no more than two hours ago. Truly none of that matters now , what matters is getting what I want. Or what we both want. I try to take care of both parties when I have an episode, plots not always easy to follow.
"Pay attention sweetheart or you'll miss the climax"
Pete's heavy Australian accents pulls me from my thoughts.
"Of course I'm paying attention sugar lips" I always gave my dates a nickname. I always choose one that has something to do with them. Tonight my companion told me he likes sweet tasting drinks and he has kisses that feel like honey, slow and caressing (almost suffocating, if you ask me).
Pete was quite the sweetheart and very charming to look at. In other words he's hot but he's boring. I knew exactly what he wanted when he approached me at the bar. I also know exactly what he wants here in bed at the hotel I'm at in Sydney Australia.
I licked his ear and smiled at him when he shivered. I kissed him grinding my hips on his wood while he clawed at my panties trying to take them off. I pushed him down on the bed so he was laying on his back
" You dont -" he said while I peeled off my dress that was like a second skin. I cut him off by putting my finger on his lips shushing, I loved his accent but being told what to do was a turn off . I put his shaft in my mouth kissing the tip and licking down sucking on his balls and licking back up. He was quite big so I was excited to ride him. After I was sure he couldn't take anymore I pulled back before he could cum in my mouth. I hoped on top and sunk down on him pulling in the delicious feeling of being full. My eyes started to droop and my body started to relax as if all my stress was being steamed out of me through all my pores. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck as we started getting into a rhythm.
"Tanya I'm-"
"Shhh don't ruin it with words" I put my hand on his mouth stopping him from saying anything stupid or annoying.
The bed started to squeaked, damn I hate that, I thought to myself. I could tell that he was about to cum but I wasnt so I kept going and he was patient enough to wait for me. Heat started to collect at the base of my stomach while I released feeling so light that I thought I might fly away. We fell asleep. Well, mostly him. When I woke up , it was about two hours later. I grab my clothes and tip toed to the elevator looking a hot mess. I combed my hair put on my clothes and left the elevator looking flawless as ever.

I hopped on my plane and went back to New york, He wouldnt even know where I went. He doesnt even know im gone yet. When I got of the plane I went to my hotel , yes I owned it and I live here so what,and smiled at the door man Frank. He smiled back. Frank is my best friend who's also my dad. " Hey there vixen-" thats what he calls me, some people think hes insulting me , but hes not, 1) its true 2) He doesnt know what I told the men my name was so he is sorta helping me. " there is a new waitor i think youll like him. Go and see. " I rolled my eyes. He thinks he knows everything about me. Every time we get a new employee when I'm gone he thinks I'm going to like them and settle down and have a family.
" Calm down Cupid, I doubt he's anything special." I went upstairs to shower and change. I walked to my fridge to find it empty and realized that I'd have to go to restaurant downstairs anyway.
There was a tan boy with curly brown hair . His eyes were a dark but you could see joy in his smile. When he handed a drink to a customer and winked I could feel my arousal. He probably felt my stare because he looked up at me and I might be imagining things but for those few seconds we shared a sentimental gaze.
My goodness this boy was gorgeous and Frank was right I like him. I sat down at a table and smile up at him. He wiped a few table before coming up to me with his handsome as sin stance and opened is mouth saying
"would you like to join me in bed?"
"Absolutely" I said.
"Great I'll order u one right away. Anything else?" He said.
I was puzzled but in efforts to save face I ordered a sandwich and a lemonade.
"I'll get right on you."
"What?"
"I'll get right on that for you" he repeated himself.
I'm going crazy.