Everybody loves Keith Powers, so why not? Enjoy this book of everyone's favorite long neck caramel man!
BTW Keith is one of the funniest people ever, just wanted to mention that.
Currently on hold, imma come back to it soon though.
I sat at the bus stop, waiting for the slow ass bus to get to the stop. I usually take my car to and from work, but today just had to be the day that my car broke down. I could walk home, since the diner I work at is not far from my apartment. After all, I have therapy today, and I can't be late.
You see, I have a dirty secret that no one, and I mean no one, knows.
I'm addicted to sex.
I know, it's weird. Honestly, I have no idea how it happened. It all started after my first time, in college. Ever since then, I've just enjoyed the feeling that I get when I have sex. It's gotten so bad, I just fuck random guys I meet in bars. Yep, my life is messed up. I would probably be the weirdest person on My Strange Addiction.
The bus finally came and I went home, hurrying to change out of my work uniform. My therapist is a nice, respectable lady, so I had to make sure my place is nice and respectable.
After fixing up my apartment, taking a quick shower and changing, my doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, and there stood a tall, caramel guy with freckles.
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"Hi, Y/N, right?" He asks.
"Yeah, and you are?" I ask. I'm not gonna lie, he was fine. All I could thinn is that he's my next fuck buddy.
"Oh, I'm Keith Powers. Your regular therapist was sick today, so I'm here in her place." He says.
"Oh, okay. Come on in, then." I say, opening my door a little wider so he could step in. Any hopes of fucking him were gone. That's the one rule with my fuck buddies, they can't know that I'm a sex addict.
Keith walks in and sits on my couch, still looking as sexy as ever.
"Um, do you want anything? Soda, tea, water?" This pussy? I thought in my head.
"Water's fine, thanks." I nod and go to my kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Walking back out to my living room, I see Keith looking at pictures of me. I hand him the water bottle.
"Thanks. Is this you?" He asks, grabbing the bottle. I look at the picture of me and my younger brother, fifteen years ago.
"Yeah, that's me and my brother Omarion. We were at Coney Island for the summer." I say, smiling at the memory.
"You're cute." He comments, making me bite my lip.
"Thanks." We take a seat and I stare at my lap.
"Sorry, your therapist forgot to leave your files, so I'm going in blind here. What exactly is the problem?" Keith asks. I still stare at my lap, my brain telling me to answer him but at the same time telling me to keep my mouth shut.
"You know, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." Keith says. I bite my lip before looking at him.
"I... um... it's kinda embarrassing to say, Mr. Powers." I say.
