Addicted Novels & Stories

Douglas pulled my panties down and grabbed my bottom with both hands and squeezed my cheeks. “It’s so bouncy. You’re so plump and fair. I didn’t expect you to have such a good figure at such a young age.” I felt something pressing against me, and it broke through the last of my defenses. Even though I rationally knew that I should not be doing this, my addiction took over me. I needed something inside me. My body became limp. It was as if a fire had lit up within me. I was dizzy and could not think straight.

"It can also be linked to mental illness." "Are there any physical signs that someone could be obsessed?" he pressed. "Like the strange, rapid and loud thumping of the heart. The loss in concentration. Sleepless nights. Clinginess. Hallucinations," he rushed every word. My throat tightened. "I... I really don't know." He let out a heavy breath. "What is addiction?" he dropped another question. "I think addiction is a state where one is so immersed into doing something. More like a habit, totally pushing every other thing aside."

I point out, arching an eyebrow. "No, but I'm obsessed. Maybe I'm not addicted to alcohol, but I am addicted to work. You said it yourself, remember? I'm a workaholic. I don't have anything else. I worry I wouldn't be able to fix myself, and I wouldn't be around for much."

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. I became addicted to the way she talks, the way her plump Tips will curve into a smile, the way she breathed, and even how fucking beautiful she looked when crying.

All vampires had the power to coerce almost every single person, into doing whatever it was they wanted them to do. Right now, I could feel that Matt had used his coercion on her, and that was why she was succumbing so easily, and feeling at home so quickly. Well, I didn't blame Matt for this at all, because right now the last thing we needed was someone who would delay us in making our plans. Even though I had forbidden Matt from using his coercive powers on anyone of us, I wasn't prone to it for some reason. I stopped him from using it because of my other friends who didn't have the same immunity I had.

I came hard, moaning her name like a broken whore, my body shaking and my tits jiggling wildly. Even after two orgasms I could not stop. I kept fucking myself and thinking about tomorrow, about what new pain and humiliation my young intern would give me in this very apartment or back at the office. I was completely addicted already. .

Now what you’re going to do is fucking simple, I want you to become a fucking drug to Diego, more of a poisonous drug. Puzzlement clouded my face at the words. Poisonous drug? What does that mean. ‘I don’t understand?’ ‘He’s a fucking sex addict and once you get someone badly addicted to something, specifically someone, it’s hard for the person to pull through from it….. That’s what I want you to become, I want you to sex him every single day and have him totally intoxicated.’ ‘And then what?’ I questioned.

This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. And I was already addicted.

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.