Addicted Web Series Novels & Stories

I fell asleep still naked, legs open, the dildo resting against my thigh like I was waiting for someone to take its place. I woke up in the middle of the night aching again. My hand went straight back between my legs. I was already wet. Soaking. I rubbed my clit slowly this time, thinking about Friday. About walking back into that conference room. About stripping for them again. About how many loads they would pump into me this time. About the raise that would follow. About how completely they would use me. I came one more time, quieter, almost sad. I was already addicted. The money was the excuse.

“I feel addicted to you, Daddy. The guilt is there but the craving is stronger. Please fill me with your cum. Mark your dirty secret again.” He fucked me harder across the desk until I came with a loud cry. My body shook and my pussy clenched around him. He followed soon after and filled me with his hot load. We stayed connected for a moment breathing heavily. “You are becoming my perfect addiction too, Sarah,” he whispered.

She couldn't help it; she was addicted. Wild orgies were her weakness, the videos that got her off faster than anything else. Bodies tangled in sweaty, heaving heaps, skin slick and shining under low lights, thick cocks plunging relentlessly into eager, dripping pussies and tight asses, stretching them wide with every brutal thrust. Mouths devouring everything in sight—cocks, clits, balls, and pussies—slurping and sucking with greedy abandon. Cum splattering across skin like a forbidden rain, thick ropes shooting over faces, tits, and open mouths, dripping down chins and pooling in navels.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

Yes, Maureen admits she is cheap for being weak in the face of the greatest temptation that greets. The sighs that came out were no longer able to be held back by biting her lips as hard as possible. No matter if it is a friend or even someone's husband, the space that limits her, the tiredness of resisting, Maureen is entangled in an addiction that keeps asking to be satisfied. The pleasure that blew away consciousness made Maureen trapped in distortion. Her body feels lifted high, then fully forced in. Maureen was wide-eyed to find herself clinging naked to Darren's lap.

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

caused the fire and Chrissy was well aware of it, So tell me, what makes this so special that Chrissy cannot plant those drugs in Adam's bag considering the fact that she wasn't on good terms with me or him but yet she miraculosly stopped that night and helped him home, she apologised for everything she did to him and yes, she was the last time to see him, suddenly Adam gets arrested early in the mor ning because someone had allegedly tipped them that he was hoarding drugs and was a drug smuggler. What does that spell out to you." She yelled at him. "You will tell me the truth right now Chrissy, why did you do what you did? What harm did nAdam ever do to you, why did you do this?"She yelled

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

I just looked down at my food and pretended that I didn't know what was happening when Danny chuckled. "If eyes could kill, Annabelle would have been a dead meat." He said. Forgive my manners by the way,I'm Annabelle Rivers. So it's not my fault that I forgot to say my name earlier. I bet most of my mates don't know my name because I'm know as the ugly,fat girl. "Could you go with us to see some movies this evening?" Frank asked. I'm not sure that question was directed at me so I kept quiet.

I whispered seductively, kissing Leigh intensely, hungrily, as I effortlessly carried her to the bed. As I brought my wife to the seventh heaven, I smiled, not telling her my deepest secret yet, that just like her, I was addicted to her, too. Kayleigh David is my Pandora’s box, someone I can’t resist, a gift from heaven, and despite having personal issues at some times, I believe it is what will make our life one exciting roller coaster ride.