“What do I believe in? I believe in a marriage fulfilled, something so strong and so honest….so strong that even the hands of God could not break it. I am Arris Langly, 25 years old with out a care in the world. With shoulder length hair, almond shaped eyes and heart shaped pink lips, my tone rests on my flesh as a mocha brown and even though I believe in an untainted marriage, we all make mistakes… some more that others… this is my story.

Since the day I was born I truly believe I came out the womb as a sex addict; I started masturbating at the tender age of 8 and couldn’t stop since then. As I grew older, the more times in 1 day I would find myself rushing home from school and up the stairs to my “Mini Mouse” decorated room , throwing my books down on the floor and rubbing my pussy to whom I thought was the cutest boy in school, I can clearly remember through out my teenage years…masturbating 4 times daily to a picture of Al B Sure in my Ebony magazine and now that I think back on it all, I believe I might have truly needed therapy. Fast forward to the present day of September 18 2008, nothing has changed…still I find myself rushing up to my master bedroom, tossing my briefcase down on the floor and not even bothering to take my heels off; I jump into bed, pull up my pencil black skirt and pull my thong panties to the side…rubbing my pussy till I get off since my husband couldn’t satisfy me the way I needed to be satisfied.

On a couple of occasions I admit I have been caught. Stuck in my little cubicle at Mid-Rise Co. on the “rich” side of Chicago, the rain splashed against the windows as the rain poured down outside, the sky turning a dark and gloomy gray. My legs shake, my feet tap and I chew on the head of a pencil…just waiting for my 1 hr break to being. The minute hand lands on 12 and I jump from my seat, scurrying to the parking garage where my car is to handle some form of “business”. As I swing open the door to the parking garage, I immediately get knocked back on my ass; I bump into some nit wit who’s in a hurry just cause their ass couldn’t get out of bed on time. “I apologize” I hear a deep voice say and my eyes immediately search for a face. I look up as he bends over helping me pick up my purse and all the contents that fell out of it….our eyes meet for only a few seconds and I flash him a crooked smile. Back then I didn’t care about my appearance, even though I was 20 years old at the time I was young and naïve, hair matted, clothes non pressed so I could see why I never really had a man. I was way beyond shy just starring up at him…6′3…skin the color of a Reese’s peanut butter cup and just as smooth.