Addicted Chinese Novels & Stories

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

That impossible connection. It was like choking down candy laced with broken glass. I knew it would slice me open every time, but I'd force it down anyway, bleeding, just for that brief taste of sweet. But now I see it for the illusion it is. The wolf wants me, sure. Obsesses over me, claims me like territory. But that's instinct, not choice. Not love.

I screamed, My nails digging bloody lines into his back, My pussy gushing around his cock. “Harder…fuck me harder, you madarchod!” I cried, My legs locked around him. “Destroy my pussy! Ruin me for anyone else!” “Yeah? You love it, don't you?” He pounded deeper, grinding against my cervix with every brutal stroke. “Filthy little randi. Say it louder.” “I’m your filthy randi…ahhh fuck, don’t you dare stop! I’m addicted to your cock! I need it deeper, please fuck your stepsister’s cunt harder!”

How did he go from being calm to beast mode? She walked over to the table and picked the glass of wine then gulped it down in a go. What sort of triangle was this? ~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day she woke up and got dressed in a black high waist sweat pants and white Assymetric crop top. She straightened her hair and wore a white sneakers. She was leaving China today and already sent The Qu company a mail telling them she would take up the project but she had to leave. She made a call through to Adam and asked him to come to her room of which he did “good morning ma’am.” He replied and she nodded with a smile on her face. “There is a possibility we might leave China today but I will let you know, F

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

I have never been addicted to any substance before, was wish enough to stay away from things that impaired my memory. But when I look at her, the cherry taste that lingered on my tongue, I knew that I had found my new addiction. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes taking her in as she lay on the chair, legs apart, showing me her glistening pink hole. My dick twitched, images of how she felt clenched around my fingers tore through my brain. Everything in my body screamed, warning me of what I was trying to do. Fucking her wouldn’t end the obsession, it would be my doom. Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever.

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never