Hi, my name is Abigail, and I'm an iPhone accessories addict.
It all began when his corner got dented. I felt like I could never look at him again. To touch his skin was to remember the pain I felt when my grip betrayed me. That's when I turned to "the case."
I thought it would be a simple affair. A one time fling, and then the lust I felt for new skin would be over. But it just made his violated body feel less like the one I fell in love with, and my lust grew stronger.
Over the course of a year I violated our relationship with many a different case. Cheap plastic one-night stands, the occasional clear stallion, and once, the full monty with a leather clad chippendale (his name was Vaja, and his touch I will not soon forget).
After that year, my lover was fed up with me and my lust for the case. I awoke one morning to see him walking out the door, a ticket to Germany in his hand, his heart unlocked from mine forever. I thought I would never recover.
Then the day came that I would find a new love. It was July 11th, and as I stood in the cold at 4am I knew not the journey before me, but could sense the excitement in the air, through the stench of unwashed nerds and the occasional heavily perfumed nerd-ette. When the time came for me to meet my new love, his stark white skin immediately drew me in. But alas, his smooth body could not keep me from the case.
It was after we met that I reached my lowest point. I moved into a new and dangerous territory known, not as "the case," but "the skin." The skin was intoxicating. I could still see the stark white which I had fallen in love with from the beginning, and could still feel his delicious curves while satisfying my lust. In the end, however, the skin proved itself to be too much for me, and I was too weak to handle its complexities. Thus I returned to the case.
My new love is more tolerant of my lust, but I know he yearns for that final solution. And so, these days I can often be found seeking the one who will satisfy my needs and still allow me to be close to the one I hold so dear. I recall my best experience with the case from the past year, the one they call Vaja, and feel, perhaps, that he alone can satisfy me.
That is why I have come here today. To seek support as I try to end my addiction to the case, and for advice in my journey for a final solution to the problem.
Thank you for listening. It helps.
P.S. Bobioden, can I pay you next session?