Addicted Jock Novels & Stories

It looked like a medical report. My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look. The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably. This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log. It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction. The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

Then it was soon imploding, without taking him to the factory or the drug distributor, the Joker and Freak factory and when he least expected it, he landed in the last factory where over the heads of the city on the spot. At what was where the mutant combusted he looked up at the lights of the abandoned factory, deformed bodies piled up through the broken windows and then down the street across the street. There, there were trucks parked with loads of bodies he looked at with a sinister smile and with the rope coming down slowly and gradually through the walls and parapets... They were armed men so big and looked like monsters with animalistic appearance and thick and wild skin this bigger t

he leaned in and began to plant feather kisses on her chest. Maeve stroked his wet curly hair and said with arousal, “What do you understand by the word addiction?” Her fingers moved to his lower region and she began to stroke his family jewel, saying, “This guy has done an amazing job and deserves a great reward.” Gabriel laughed, feeling like he could never get enough of her jokes. “What kind of reward is that?” He asked her, Maeve strokes him even more, saying, “You will see it when we get downstairs. Oh, my addiction, I love you so, so much and I feel so happy and content to be your wife.”

"Thanks but..." "Don't tell me you don't drink, that's not right Cassie." Adam said with a smile as always. "I do." Cassie agreed immediately and right now she regrets her decision. She wished she hasn't, at least she'll still have her dignity intant. Cassie drank the whole juice with a smile though the drink was burning her throat but because she was determined to impress Adam she forced herself to drink it, unfortunately after that she fell into a deep sleep. Cassie woke up in her room, the next day, forgotten about all what happened that night. The only thing she remember was enjoying her night with Adam.

He entered her fast and hard as she moaned, screaming as he started a fast hip thrust that she fairly missed and needed. Christavo moaned as he picked up the pace. With each thrust, Julissa moaned louder and louder. The sounds of flesh slapping against each other echoed throughout the house. Her moans intoxicated Christavo. This was what he was addicted to. This, he knew, would surely get him into trouble.

He stared at her " your one in this world that we belong to , when I saw you at first.. You seemed lost somewhere far in the sea and I wanted to retrieve you.. To get a hold of you You came as a treasure to me" he seemed lost of words on how to explain himself. He was never the romantic type but with her he was ready to try. "Am addicted to you and am deep in to it" he added and her lips displayed a beautiful smile that got him also smiling

I crossed my legs beneath the table and leaned back in the booth. He caught his tongue between his teeth and studied me for a moment. “A couple of years ago. And before you ask, no, sex isn’t an outlet for some monumental fuck-up in my childhood. I like sex, I had a bit too much, and I got addicted. It works the same way as any addiction. You get one taste, you want more and more, then suddenly you can’t live without it.” His eyes were focused on mine as he said the last sentence. The very same sentence wrapped around me, tightening my chest and ricocheting off every corner of my mind.

He added, walking towards the window from where the streetlight was falling on his back and coming at us through his sides. "Hurt me, he loves me a lot and you know that too," I pulled Maddox close to me, our back facing the bed as we faced Jace. "Umm, but then he will have his son by his side. You know I figured out that you are as disgusting as him, so what if I kill Maddox?" He stroked his gun on his chin, "Listen first! I mean, how sweet it will be. Everything you will see in each other’s eyes is missing that little devil. Back to zero," he laughed.

A bald-headed white lady was giving him a lap dance; he was rocking his head, feeling the song while gripping the woman's buttocks. Several bottles of drinks were littering the glass table, as well as packets of cigarettes. I took a seat opposite him before picking up a locked bottle of liquor and cocking it open. I picked up a glass cup and poured it inside before gradually sipping it without minding the display in front of me. Jerry is a man that doesn't like to be disburbed when he is in this kind of mood; he is five years older than me, which makes me often give him some respect.