My name is Abigail Summers, and Iβm addicted to sex. Yes, you read right. Iβm a woman that cravesβ¦ no, needs to have a man take my body on a daily basis. If I donβt have sex at least once a day, my body shakes from withdrawals, my stomach cramps with unbearable pain, my sexually hazed mind goes haywire, and I become extremely irritable and a major bitch. This isnβt a lifestyle Iβve chosen for myself. Itβs a struggle I deal with every single day. I donβt do relationships, because what man wants to be stuck knowing his girl may be out having sex with some random guy if heβs not available? You may think this is something that I can control, but I say screw you; youβve never been in my shoes before. The cravings may be something I canβt control, but Iβve learned to embrace them. Iβve tried the sexual addiction support groups. Iβve tried curbing my appetites. Iβve been shunned, criticized, ridiculed, and called every nasty name under the sun. Well, I say fuck all you judgmental assholes. Iβll have sex with who I want, when I want, where I want. Embarrassment? Thatβs a thing of the past. This is my life now, and those that donβt like it can go straight to hell. But then he came along and screwed everything up. Colt Maverick. For once in my life, I want more, crave more from one guy. A guy thatβs sweet and doesnβt match my hard interior. A guy that looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and claim me as his own. A guy that will most definitely not be okay with my addiction. A guy that I want over and over again, not because my body demands it, but because I demand it. I now have a new addiction. But will he be enough to satisfy my uncontrollable desires?