Hot-Cold Night:

Simone’s Notes:

Addiction is one of the most misunderstood illnesses. Sex addiction is one of the most types of illnesses that is misunderstood. The one question one must ask themselves is, “Am I controlling it or is it controlling me?” Most of the time, the addict doesn’t see that their disease is controlling them. And when they do see it, it is too late. But it doesn’t always have to be that way…

“YES!!!! HARDER!!!” Winry yelled out. Edward was pumping into her as fast as he could. The couple’s pants and moans filled the whole bedroom. “HARDER EDWARD!!!” Winry screamed out. She had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. Her boyfriend went even faster. He clung onto her shoulders tightly. Both were drowning in sweat from their deep passion. The boy was finally banging his sweetheart. His wish was coming true. It had been days since he had slept with her. Now, Winry was in a lusty mood and wanted to screw Edward so badly. The young alchemist had never been so happy before in his life. And the best part was that damn dog was actually quiet and sleeping for once! “I CAN’T HOLD IT!!!” Edward yelled out. He then came passionately within Winry. “AHHH!!!” the young alchemist called out. His girlfriend tightly shut her eyes to enjoy the warmth of the fluid in the paper-thin condom. When he was done, Ed pulled out and rolled off of her. Both lied there panting in bliss. Ed looked over at Winry smiling. “That was great!” he said. “Mmm…” Winry said softly with a smile on her face. Then, she went right to sleep.

Edward should have done the same, but sleep wouldn’t come to him tonight. All he could do was lie there awake. “Surely, that thing can’t be awake *again*!” he thought to himself. But sadly, it was. The medium-sized dog was awake and really hungry for more. But, it couldn’t bark, only whimper for more. [No! Not now! I’m too tired to f**k now! I just f****d Winry after days of waiting for her to give me some. You seemed happy then. You were sleeping like actually promised for once. What more do you want? You can’t probably want more after all of that. So are you waking up now? Go back to sleep!] The dog didn’t bark or growl. It just kept whimpering and looking sad. Ed tried to ignore it as hard as he could. [I don’t see you or hear you.] But that didn’t stop the dog from whining at its host.

But right away, Edward noticed something about himself. He found himself under the sheets sweating bullets. He felt himself burning up really fast. The young alchemist felt as if he would die of a heat stroke if he didn’t do something fast. So he quickly yanked off the sheets and lied there on the bed to cool off. Edward thought that would solve the problem. But it didn’t unfortunately. He found himself freezing cold right fast. The boy felt as if he was naked in the North Pole. Ed quickly put the sheets back over his body. No sooner had he done that, the boy found himself burning up again. On top of that, he was trembling badly.

This went on for a good while. “I just can’t win with this! Can I?” Edward thought. He looked over at Winry. She was still asleep peacefully. Edward was slightly confused by her. “Why isn’t she swearing under the sheets?” he thought to himself. But then, the young alchemist began to slowly put it all together. It wasn’t her, but what was it? Why was he sweating and cold like this? And why couldn’t he sleep tonight?

Edward continued lying asleep in bed trembling. The hunger in him was slowly climbing up to unspeakable highs. The dog kept whimpering at him. “I must not give in to it! I have to fight it!” Ed thought in desperation. But slowly, the battle looked like a losing one. He had like he was burning in a slow hell. The young alchemist kept staring at the ceiling. How long before he would go mad? How long? How long? You could go and buy yourself some porno books and mags! That way you’ll be able to sleep again tonight. Come one, nights like this aren’t fun. Just go to Matt and Ralph and get yourself a few books. You’ll be able to sleep again and I’ll be sleeping like a little puppy just like I did when you were screwing Winry. Come on, isn’t that what you want Edward? Isn’t it?

Right then, Edward had his answer. He would go to Matt and Ralph tomorrow morning and ask for some literal erotica to satisfy his cravings. The young alchemist knew the dog was lying again but by now he was desperate for sleep again. And all of a sudden, Edward felt better again. He then pulled the sheets completely over his body and settled himself down. Then, the young alchemist drifted right off to sleep. The dog had won out yet again.