Addicted Novels & Stories

Dominic Obsessed. That's what they'd call it. A convenient word for the sickness eating me alive. They'd think it was a passing fixation. Something that time would eventually erase. Addicted. She was the only drug capable of quieting the storm raging through my veins. The only thing that could silence the constant hunger inside me. Yet every moment with her only made the craving worse. No matter how much of her I had, I always wanted more. Possessed. That was the closest to the truth. She consumed every waking thought. Every decision I made somehow found its way back to her.

“Every hole. Every time we want.” Rico groaned as I stroked him faster. “Boss’s daughter is our dirty little fuck toy now.” I came hard, screaming around Jax’s cock as my pussy clamped down on Marcus. My whole body shook, juices running down his balls. They didn’t stop. They kept using me, switching positions, passing me around like a toy. By the time the first load of cum shot down my throat from Jax, I already knew I was addicted. This was just the beginning. And I couldn’t wait for them to break every rule and ruin me completely.

and on the most important day, because of his past lifestyle and FUCKING MARSH, he had missed it. Nic considered himself a sane and rational man. And under any other circumstances, he would have found a cool place in his mind...some place he could go to make the rational next step. It was that process that usually allowed him to win. It was one of the reasons he was so successful. But at this moment...no such place existed. All he felt was an intense firestorm coursing through his skin, his blood...his entire body. He fucking lost it. "GODDAMN IT!!! Motherfucker!!!" Nic yelled, as he slammed his cot into anything that could break over and over again. Everything was a blur, but he refused to

WU Addiction, a habit or practice that damages, jeopardizes or shortens one's life but when ceased causes trauma. Addiction, no matter how fancy one describes it, it damages. It is the fact that you do something, you know hurts you. But just keep doing it, because of something temporary, something you feel. ~ Wu is a softie. Beneath those thick yards of woman material that craved drugs was just a really just a messed up piece of shit.

He never wanted to stop, he had a new found addiction. Forbidden, but it felt so right and damn it he didn't give a fuck anymore.

Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/ The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 / 7 / 2021 Addiction…. We all have some type of addiction in this world ; from drugs to harmless addictions to bowl of noodles , nevertheless they are addictions. Some are much more serve than others , and… the wonderful thing is that it is visible to any passerby. I say it is wonderful because the person gains support – an alcoholic will gain support from passerby or family members while be vomits up his breakfast. They support them , they identify the person’s addiction and pushe

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

This bully actually found his way here to frustrate me again. My phone pinged again. Dante: I can’t wait for you to be my baddie at bedtime. Oh my God. This message literally made me shiver. I felt a strange stirring inside, like I wanted exactly what he had just texted. And I knew what he really meant. God, why was I feeling this stupid over the naughty thing he had just texted? Maybe I am naughty. Because tell me why I understood what he meant by “baddie at bedtime.”

To the high and the low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric. The best fucking hit of your life . I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every drink that sent me spiralling into oblivion, I just raised my glass to the flames and downed it.