I am a sex addict.
Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard about it.
Maybe that's why my doctor thought of me when Jennifer Lawrence wanted to research sex addicts in October 2011.
She needed to do so because she was playing a sex addict in the movie "Silver Linings Playbook" -- which was set in my hometown of Philadelphia. Since they were filming in Philadelphia as well, she could get research material from Philadelphia doctors who treated sex addicts.
It just so happened that one of them was my doctor. And it just so happened that when she asked him to talk to a sex addict, he suggested me.
Now he had to know this wouldn't help me control my problem, per se. After all, he was setting me up to meet one of the most stunning young, new stars in the whole world.
He had to suspect I couldn't look at her without remembering her red dress at the Oscars, or her blue paint in X-Men: First Class, or her various photo shoots. Hell, if she wore anything that brought out her sexy curves, shapely ass, full chest and gorgeous face, I'd have to....go to the bathroom more than once during our meeting.
Nevertheless, he called me -- and nevertheless, I accepted. I let him give Jennifer my address, which gave me a full day to clean the house and myself up.
During that time, I decided that masturbating just twice before she got here was enough to clear my system. I even finished my second session 10 minutes before she arrived, which cleaned my pipes and gave me time to clear my head.
Now I'd already cum by thinking of her riding me, of her sweet tits bouncing in front of my face, of her tight ass slamming against my groin and of her pouty mouth being filled with my spurting cock. With that out of the way, I wouldn't have to do it again until she left. As long as I didn't think about it that way anymore.
Then there was a knock on the door. And then I answered it to see Jennifer Lawrence at my door, wearing a light coat, light blue shirt and form fitting jeans. To my credit, I noticed those for just a second before my eyes went back to her face, which contained a genuine smile and clear lovely green eyes. It was also framed by brown hair that used to be blonde, but didn't flow any less.
Well, maybe if I didn't 'visit the bathroom' until the middle of her visit, I could get away with it. I greeted her and introduced myself without checking out her chest, so that was a small opening win. Unlike her big and round....okay, not helping.
I guided Jennifer into the house, making sure not to stand behind her under any circumstances. However, she got ahead of me when she noticed something on my coffee table.
"Are you doing your own research, too?" she asked, as she held up my copy of the novel "Silver Linings Playbook" that the movie was based on.
"Oh. Um, I guess you could put it that way," I broke the ice. "I didn't get this because of you, though. It's about crazy Eagles fans, so as one myself, it was my civic duty to read it."
"So I'm researching two mental illnesses here," she commented, but in a joking manner as she sat on my couch.
"Well, the sex stuff is much easier to treat," I played along, since bagging on my sports teams was always a good distraction. "I've only seen one pro championship in my whole life, and that was three years ago! So the Eagles clearly aren't good doctors for me."
"They're not for Bradley, either, so you guys have that in common," Jennifer dropped, referring to "Sliver Linings" co-star and fellow Philadelphian Bradley Cooper.
"I'd take being Sexiest Man Alive with him more, but I guess I can't be picky," I digged.
Sharing my sports knowledge and misery with Jennifer helped me segway into my love of movies next. Of course I had to ask about her other big "Silver" co-star Robert de Niro, and I did it without trotting out an awful de Niro impression -- or trashing his last 15 years of movies. I even asked about the Oscars and waited a while until bringing up the red carpet and the red dress.
Thinking about it made my cock twitch a little, but not as much as it would have without having talked to her first. We hadn't talked about why she was actually here, yet she didn't seem to mind and wasn't in any hurry to get to work. All the gossip about her painted her as down to earth, approachable and free from any diva attitude, and for once, gossip was on the money.
Once I felt comfortable with her -- at least enough to sit on my recliner without crossing my legs -- I figured maybe we could do the actual work and get it out of the way. And maybe she wouldn't leave right away afterwards. "So, about sex addiction, then?" I set up.
"Right, that," Jennifer picked up on. "Okay, so my character uses sex to cope with being a widow. Is that how it works for you guys? Do you need some kind of trauma to make you addicts?"
"Some of my peers do," I recalled. "But I didn't need that extra help. I just liked sex too much to function sometimes, that's all."
"But you still got a lot of it?" Jennifer followed up. "You know how to seduce a lot of women?"
Okay, I probably had to tread carefully here. "I think it's more about me wearing them down over time. I like sex too much to give up easily, so that helps me sometimes. Not that I don't give up when they really want me to, I mean!" I clarified. "I'm not that....forceful."
"But others can be?" Jennifer wondered.
"Maybe, I'm not that sure. Truthfully, I spend too much time on me to compare notes with others. Especially the aggressive kind," I noted. "But your character's not that bad. At least in the book, anyway."
