Addicted After All Novels & Stories

All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work.

He stood up and walked out of the study “Where are you going to? I didn’t mean it when I said that you should cause trouble!” Xavier yelled after him “I am not going to cause trouble! What the hell? I am going to get a drink!” he said to Xavier He walked to the kitchen and pulled out a glass before walking to the bar and pouring his strongest vodka “I could use a glass too” he heard her say “You are pregnant. You shouldn’t be drinking. No alcohol for you” Jared said “It is just a cup. I am having a hard day!” Alice said

Xavier POV Archer and I always went club for stress reliever. You know hot sex is the best stress reliever if I may say. After drinking a few rounds. Girls immediately flocking at us. Women are always like this. When you have money and looks they will beg for you. And that's exactly what I want. Two girls made their way to me. As the both sit in my lap now. Wow! Well well! What's with this girls up to now? Threesome? Hahaha.. I won't back out!

* * * 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.

There were multiple missed calls from my mom and several texts asking where I was and if I was okay. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand as tears kept falling. I scrolled down and saw missed calls and text messages from Adrian too. Adrian: Babe, pick up. Adrian: Where are you? Adrian: I’m sorry. Adrian: Please, let’s talk. I locked the screen and muttered under my breath, “Ass hole.” I took a deep breath and started walking away from the club.

I'm already planning how to get it despite knowing it will destroy everything. I'm addicted. After one encounter in a dark alley, I'm completely fucking addicted. The stalking was supposed to be enough. The watching, the notes, and the controlled distance, it was supposed to satisfy the wanting without ever crossing the line but I crossed it, obliterated it and now there's no going back. I turn off the shower finally, my skin red and raw from the heat. I dry off and then pull on sleep pants. I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying every second.

In the picture, I was smiling so wide my eyes disappeared. That was the happiest moment of my life. The End

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.