Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

For a moment, I think about how badly I want him, like I've been starved for days and he’s the only piece of meat hanging right in front of me. I've never wanted anything, craved anything so badly. Kissing him only makes me want more, need more of him, so much that it hurts. Every one of my senses knows nothing else but him. It grows every second of the day. Every moment, I feel myself drawn closer and closer to the brink of obsessive madness, wanting him with me, beside me, in me. Is this what it feels like to like someone, or am I just addicted? It feels unhealthy, scary, dangerous, but I can't resist it.

He mocked, fisting my hair into his hand, “Isn’t that why you are in my shirt? Because you wanted me inside you so badly, and felt wearing my clothes would make you cum faster.” I chewed on my inside cheek, unable to deny his words. How could I dispute his words when he knew me better that I knew myself around him? I didn’t know myself around him. One minute I wanted him gone, and the next second I wanted him. I didn’t know what carried me into his wardrobe, neither did I know when I tried out his shirt, and started jerking off whilst inhaling his scent from his clothes. He wasn’t the only one obsessed here. The difference between us is how opened he was about his obsession while I couldn’t

I’d come — moaning — “Yes — daddy — fill me up —” He’d explode — cum splashing his chest — growling my name. It was addictive. Obsession. And it only got hotter.

I sigh and turn to face my vacant bedside. She had to be by my side, but I had to wait. I promised to be patient, but fuck you, man. My therapist would definitely call me an obsessed son of a bitch if he saw me right now. However, he wouldn't be incorrect, and my addiction wouldn't be helped by any number of journal entries or meaningless letters. Yes, it is what it seems to be—an obsession. I'm completely, totally sucked into Via Rosalind Hawthorne. I made an attempt to avoid her, but I couldn't. My pals too failed miserably even though they believed they could accomplish the same.

Her need, her craving, the way she trusted him so completely… it had taken root inside him. She leaned forward, placing a hand lightly on his, eyes locking with his. “Then I guess… we’re both addicted.” Dr. Hale swallowed. The obsession had begun — for both of them, then who was going to be their therapist. He leaned in forward, letting his fingers trail lightly along her arm, up to her shoulder, and across her collarbone. She moaned softly, pressing into his hand as if it anchored her spinning obsession. “Breathe,” he murmured with a voice low and steady. “Focus on the sensations.”

I don't bother to reply to the messages and just click on Block. Adrian is like a fucking magnet, that keeps attracting me more and more that I don't even have eyes on anyone else anymore. Sex with other people doesn't fascinate me anymore, I want to fuck only him. And I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing. I used to be a sucker for threesomes, but not anymore. I want just him. The rule was to have sex with no strings attached, but I'm afraid that there's likely to be a string already. I'm attracted to him and I'm not a person that easily finds someone attractive. And the attraction I gave for him, is not just him being a petty boy.

Love is powerful addiction that can make a man lose control of his senses. *** “You aren’t allowed to park here, Sir!” The young policeman pointed at the blue sign with a circle and a red diagonal line. “Shit! All my lifetime, this is the first time I’m doing a foolish thing and making ashamed of myself,” Ansel grumbled. He leaned back his head on his seat of pride while looking up at the ceiling, still unbelieved that he could be so reckless just because of a woman.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

There was a smile plastered on his face. He was wrong but he can't deny the fact that he was attracted to her and addicted to her. If not for his baby girl denaying him he would have already shoved his dick in her pussy and made many beautiful babies with her. He. will wait, wait for the day when his baby girl will submit her to him and they will make love day and night. He cant wait for that day.

“Dick, your pussy? Kenny trust me, it’s weird when you tell people such thing” “What? What people? I don’t usually tell people about my pussy” “Here you come again. Can’t you just call it Cat?” “What did I say wrong?” “Dick and pussy cat. It’s genuinely wrong in today’s world” “I really don’t care about that. What made you think of such thing Nel? “What?” “Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that it’s weird when you call it that way” “Are you lying to me Nel? Why do I feel like you are lying to me right now?”