Addicted After All Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

I said. “I just want you to find a licking hole in the three companies we are going to make them miserable,” I added. “In short, you want them to go bankrupt,” he said. “That sounds easier, I want them to face crisis shame, bankruptcy is too fast, I want them to win and then lose, make them miserable first, trust me I am ready to pay,” I stated my demand. I didn't have intentions to let what those girls did to Audrey go, I want them to be miserable and get tired of living, just like they did to Audrey…

I gulped it down greedily, milking him dry until he shuddered to a stop. In his post-orgasm delirium, panting hard, Nate looked down at me with hazy eyes. “I'm addicted to you, Adele... fuck, I can't get enough.” I pulled off slowly, licking my lips clean, a satisfied smirk tugging at them. In my head, I knew it for a fact, I felt the exact same pull, this insane craving that went beyond just sex. A couple of minutes later, he'd pulled himself together, zipping up with that effortless cocky grin.

We'll make sure your last night of freedom is unforgettable. I'd become addicted. Addicted to the way they made me feel—powerful and powerless at the same time. Addicted to being used, to being filled, to the way they treated me like a goddess and a whore in the same breath. Addicted to orgasms that actually shattered me instead of Derek's pathetic three-minute sessions that left me reaching for my vibrator the second he fell asleep.

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

* * * The problem with addiction is that it only takes one taste of something amazing to become addicted to it. Long before the sun came up, Phil's cock swelled and hardened between his daughter's soft ass cheeks. She felt it and moaned softly in her sleep before pressing back against him. Her pussy drooled in anticipation, welcoming the bulbous knob as it slid slowly inside. Phil's arm squeezed her softly and he moaned in response as his morning wood slid home in her slick tightness.

I came again and again, screaming, shaking, my body completely overwhelmed as they fucked both my holes at the same time. When they finally came, they filled me together — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding my pussy and ass, marking me completely. I collapsed between them, trembling, leaking their cum from both holes, completely ruinedand utterly satisfied. This was only the beginning. And I was already addicted.

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

No illusions of silk sheets or morning coffee. Killian doesn't call. Doesn't text. Why would he? I'm his monthly methadone, not his girlfriend. The scent of that morning coffee haunts me sometimes, popping up like a jump scare. I squash it flat, like grinding out a cigarette under my heel. Mistake. I chew on the word until it's flavorless pulp, leaving just the bitter aftertaste. It's a slow afternoon at the coffee shop, the kind where time stretches like cheap taffy. Lunch rush fizzled out, leaving a handful of laptop zombies in the corners, clacking away at god-knows-what.