Addicted Web Series Novels & Stories

Instantly, her post was stormed with hearts and comments, and most of them were asking who K was. Meanwhile, a particular person saw the post and was now irritated. “New beginnings and new friendship? She couldn’t wait to flaunt her freedom, huh?” The man standing behind him is sweating profusely. ‘Our meetings with our major investors were a success. But now we’re back in the city, his breathing fire again!’ Back in the apartment, the dinner went well...

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. Call me sick bastard, if you want. I know a part her of hates me for taking her away from her family and the people she cares about and also for hurting her, but I know a part of her wants me and this is very attractive to me. I plan to turn the hate around. When I'm with her, she halts my thoughts and the war inside my mind slowly chases away the devil in my mind. I stare at the ceiling. My lips curve into

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some revenge plans are sweet. Others burn hot enough to consume everyone involved. Tonight’s confession is about a young woman who seduced her father’s much older, extremely wealthy business partner as revenge… only to discover the fire she started was far more dangerous — and addictive — than she ever imagined. This one is forbidden, age-gap heavy, and full of messy, obsessive heat. Here is the confession of “Daddy’s Business Partner.”

Here we were again, fucking my son’s wife in the swimming pool while our families were in the pool with us. I continued to instruct her while I fucked her. Forgive me, God! She was so good. I continued to fuck her slowly without making any sound. I wanted to kiss her, suck her large breasts, and drink her milk. My hand found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while I fucked her slowly. I had realized something… I was addicted to her; I couldn’t live without fucking her. “I’m cumin,” I whispered in her ear. But I didn’t stop. I pulled out of her pussy and slid my cock into her rectum. Shit! It was so tight.

Isabelle moaned brokenly as she felt both men’s cum mixing inside her. They stayed like that under the hot water for a long moment, Ethan still buried inside her, kissing her neck softly. “You were amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I love you.” Isabelle smiled weakly against his shoulder, her mind reeling. “I love you too,” she whispered back. But as Ethan gently pulled out and more cum dripped out of her. A mixture of both men dripped down her thighs, Isabelle realized the terrifying truth. She was already addicted. And tomorrow, she would go back to Mr. Kane’s office without hesitation.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

And yet… I reached for the dildo again. Because the addiction had taken over. I was no longer the ambitious secretary. I was a broken, needy, sex-addicted girl who couldn’t stop chasing the high her boss had given her. And I didn’t know how to stop.

I walk around, eyes blank, pussy dripping, mind filled with one thing— His cock. I want it. I need it. Thick. Deep. Ruthless. Shoved down my pussy again and again until I’m clawing at the sheets and screaming his name. This addiction… he warned me about it. “I’m gonna fuck you until the only thing you think about is my cock.” He said that. And fuck, he wasn’t lying. He’s all I think about. I try to clean.. or even concentrate on my kitchen work. I try to sleep. I try to breathe—

Not that I should, he's my boss, but it would be great if he wasn't such an inappropate jackass sometimes. I worked late and by 8PM was in bed completely naked and anticipating some steamy messages. Can someone get addicted to it? Or fall for someone over the internet? That's crazy, right?

Her legs were wide open, showing her red, swollen, well-used cunt. She smiled weakly, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion and satisfaction. “I feel… destroyed. But I feel alive. I’ve never cum so much in my life.” She paused, then whispered softly, almost ashamed: “And I already want more.” The three men smiled. They knew they had awakened something dangerous inside her. This married woman was no longer satisfied with her quiet life. She was addicted now.