Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

I wanted to feel her submit, to hear her scream my name while I buried myself deep inside her. Would she be shy? Or wild? I bet she was a screamer—the type to claw at a man's back until he bled. The images flashing through my mind were so vivid that they caused actual physical pain. For a second, I hesitated. What if I give in? Just once. A taste to satisfy the craving. They say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest; maybe if I had her once, this obsession would vanish. But I was a fool. I knew that the moment my skin touched hers, I would be an addict. I would never want to let go.

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.

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.”

“Why the fidgeting?” He rubs at his jawline. “I have an attention issue and get distracted. A bird that flies by the window, someone coughing, you—especially you. Doesn’t mean I’m not smart. It just takes me a while to take it all in.” He taps one of the pens on his desk. Especially you. “ADD?” I’ve read enough to know a little about it. “Technically, ADHD, but I don’t jive with putting a label on it.”

Meanwhile, Gabriella approached Cadu, offering him a careful listening. Gabriella: Cadu, can we talk a little? I realize that you and Gina are going through a difficult time in your relationship. We would like to better understand what is happening. Cadu sighed, his features loaded with frustration. Cadu: Gabriella, I love Gina, but I feel that our worldviews are very different. She is more focused and has a more serious mentality, while I am more relaxed and like to enjoy the moment. This has generated constant conflicts between us.

I didn't want to ever let go of Lisa but this. Shit! I can't let go of her. ' I can never let go of you, Lisa. You are my addiction. My obsession. An addiction I don't want to get rid of. One I am incapable of getting rid of.'

I suck her clit into my mouth and her entire body shakes with pleasure. She's my high and I'm addicted to her as I watch her eyes roll back. A niggling doubt exists at the back of my brain, knowing like a crack addict that my addiction is dangerous, but quitting is just as difficult. I push it out of the forefront of my mind and focus on the beauty before me, drowning in this feeling. And I devour her, wanting nothing but to bring her to climax as if I'm a slave to her pleasure. Never before have I felt such a desperate need to inflict pleasure, it's normally pain.

For them, visiting Jenny wasn’t an act of kindness. It was an opportunity to gloat.

"I'm just also focused on your sad bachelor life. You sure you're not just married to your laptop, bro?" Before I could respond, my sister Sierra chimed in from across the table, smirking behind her juice glass. "Seriously, even people who swear they'll 'never get married' are tying the knot these days. What exactly is your plan? Live alone with your laptop forever?" "I don't need a plan. I'm fine." My mother placed a hand on her chest. "Fine? Fine? Who wants to be 'fine' at your age?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mom…"