Sex Addicts, Sexual Anorexics, Now Breast Addicts

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man addicted to breasts
A lifelong boob man comes clean about his breast addiction.

I need help. For too long I've endangered my good name, made an idiot of myself and generally debased my own character on a daily basis. Because of breasts.

No matter how many breasts I might see or how many I'm lucky enough to touch, the second they're gone, I forget what they looked like, felt like, and I become inexplicably, dark-magically obsessed with them again. It's like I have sensory amnesia. Oh, look at that woman's wonderful breasts! I wonder what they look like? Lemondrop: Sex Addiction—Medical Condition Or Convenient Excuse?

Because, really, they aren't impressionist art. They all have the same basic components, yet as far as I'm concerned, each pair is a set of snowflakes, their likeness never before seen and never to be seen again.

Like old family secrets regarding Lebanese bank accounts and tax fraud, breasts have haunted me. In so many of my decisions—what train car to sit in, which tax agent at Jackson Hewitt to use, whom I date—breasts have been, ridiculously, the deciding factor. Lemondrop: Man Apologizes To Every Woman He Has Dated

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Written by [Redacted] Guy for Lemondrop. 

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