A Girl's Addiction

Ellie's throat felt dry. Her mouth was watering but her mind was too far away to think to swallow. Her tongue idly rubbed at the roof of her mouth as she thought, staring blankly at a random spot on the floor. The thickness of it... how it drips... She was thinking about it, again... She always thought about it. She hardly even tried to stop the thoughts, anymore.

Ellie blinked, coming back to reality. She looked down at the mug of tea in her hands and raised it to take a drink, relieving her dry throat. But it didn't satisfy her. Tea wasn't what she needed to quench her thirst. Leaning back against the counter in her kitchen as she sipped, she finally let out a resigned sigh. She told herself the same thing she always did on these quiet mornings: "It can't be helped."

Ellie needed cum.

Ellie Anderson was more content with life now than she had ever been. Having graduated from school and moved into her own apartment years ago, she finally felt free to do the things she wanted. Of course, there were the usual things that gave any fresh adult their sense of freedom: going where she wanted, spending weekends with friends, wasting money at clubs. But the real freedom she had now was not having to hide her addiction.

No more sneaking out of the house. No more trying to hide stained clothes. No more hoping someone didn't spread rumors. She'd finally accepted that she was hopelessly addicted to cum and now she was free to indulge.

Case in point, Ellie was already thinking over her options...