This is a new idea I had for a fic the other day and so I thought I would try it out and see what people think, I'm no expert on sexual addiction so please forgive me for any mistakes.

Edward Point Of View

"I don't even know your name," She purred, her hot breath tickling the nape of my neck.

"Take off your dress," I ordered curtly, watching as she complied. I would have said she was my type, but nowadays the idea of my ideal woman had just blurred into a compilation of every type that was out there. I looked down at the flush blonde lying beneath me, looking up at me almost awestruck, waiting patiently for my next move. Swiftly it came and I removed my own shirt, lowering myself onto her, kissing her neck as she moaned lightly. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, this was too… too romantic, and I was in no mood for romance. Fiercely I tore off her blue lace underwear just needing to do the deed already. I undid the buttons of my jeans and pushed them off along with my boxers, allowing her to remove her bra in the process. I peered at her as I rolled on the condom; she looked as though the anticipation was killing her. In a word, she was excited. She shouldn't have been. She should have been afraid, for she was nothing but an object at this moment, a nameless object that I would use to supress my need. My need for sex. I pushed into her without warning and she cried out in pleasure, her back arched as I callously took what I yearned for, if you would, fucking her senseless. She cursed and moaned beneath me as she came, this obviously being the greatest sexual experience she had ever endured. I could last for hours with a woman yet now I merely wanted release and after two more thrusts it was mine. I pulled out of her instantly, removing the condom needing it to be anywhere but on me.

"That…that was amazing," She breathed. How cliché. I pulled on my clothing not wanting to be here any longer.

"Are you leaving?" She asked as though I would have any reason to stay. I picked my jacket up off of the floor and put it on turning towards the door.

"I don't even know your name!" I could hear the desperation in her voice. I looked at her, pity evidently in my eyes before leaving her bedroom and her apartment. It often ended that way. The cool breeze of the night was soothing on my skin as I walked in the direction of two options. Option one, visit a local bar and drink myself to tomorrow or option two, go home and get some needed sleep. It wasn't a difficult one and I instantly felt at ease once through my front door. I discarded my shirt and made my way into the bathroom, kicking my pornographic magazines into the corner of the room. I peered at myself in the mirror; bags were forming under my eyes, I needed a shave and my skin was a little too pale. I splashed cold water onto my face before having a cleansing shower. It was hard to resist the urge to masturbate as the water caressed my skin and in the end I gave into temptation. I draped a towel onto my hips and sat down on my couch. I placed my head against the cushions and closed my eyes, I knew soon I would be a victim of sleep and needed to get into bed. It was then the phone abruptly rang causing me to stir. I debated whether to pick it up or not, but once seeing the caller ID I decided it would be best if I did.

"Hello," I grumbled

"Edward," My sister Rosalie responded

"What is it Rose?"

"We need to talk,"

"Shoot,"

"How are you?"

"Rosalie cut to the chase,"

"It's about you and your…."

"My what?"

"You know 'high sex drive' "

"I told you about that in confidence,"

"You're letting sex rule your life Edward, it needs to stop,"

"It's not something that I can just turn off Rosalie, look I don't want to talk about this!"

"Stop! We cannot keep having this conversation,"

"I know,"

"How many women have you slept with today?"

"What! I'm not answering that,"

"Go on tell me, what is it, two? three?"

"None, look please stop it,"

"Don't lie to me Edward,"

"I'm not!"

"Tell me!"

"Four" I muttered guilt washing over me

"Now try and tell me that you don't have an addiction,"

"I, I…"

"You can't, can you?"

"…"

"I want to help you Edward,"

"You cannot tell anyone about this, this is my life, it's private,"
"I would never tell anyone,"
"Good,"

"But, I have done something,"

"What?"

"I've ordered you weekly appointments with a psychiatrist,"

"You've done what? How could you do that to me?"

"This is going to help you Edward, and then maybe you can try and get your career back on track, you're twenty four for God's sake,"

"When is the first appointment?"

"Tomorrow, I'll text you the details in the morning; I need to go now,"

"Okay,"

"Oh and Edward,"

"Yes?"

"Don't screw this up,"

The animosity of it, Rosalie may have been my sister but she had no right to meddle in matters that she did not understand, especially one such as this. It was as if she was trying to label me. But the worst part was that she was right. I did need help, yet that didn't necessarily mean that I wanted it. Sex was the only thing I had to look forward to in my life, it was something I could have every day, and that was a positive, but something that I needed every day and that alone was a good negative argument.