Addiction: A 60's Love Story Novels & Stories

Shocked by his words and former actions, he was sure. She must hate me now. He thought miserably. I hate me now. “And that’s why I can’t do this to you,” he said. “The risks are too high.” “Then I shall fetch another,” Horann said, leaving. “Horann, no!” Vanadine shouted but she had left, ignoring his pleas. The silence had stretched out between them as Carine stared into the mesmeric glowing embers of the fire. “Addiction is a disease,” Carine’s words flowed from her almost mechanically as she stared. “People do anything on Earth to feed their habit. So maybe it was like that for you? You couldn’t stop because the drug, the argan, had hold of you?”

His other arm was a steel band around my waist, holding me up as he drove into me with the focused intensity of a man claiming what was always his. “Shhh, baby,” he growled, his breath a hot gust against my sweat-slicked neck. “You wanna explain to everyone why their sweet, married Ashley is getting her guts rearranged by her cousin? Again?” I couldn’t answer. I could only moan into his hand, my body convulsing around his thick, familiar length. This was our secret, our beautiful sickness. It had started in this very garage when I was sixteen and he was eighteen, a fumbling, forbidden exploration that had curdled into a decade-long addiction.

"Then stop this. Stop hurting me. And killing yourself. Let us be away from each other because we are toxic for each other." Dylan chuckled and started to walk towards his living room." I know. We are." He placed her on the sofa and carefully changed the bloody bandage. Also applied ointment on her swollen hand. He stared in her sad eyes. "I know we are toxic for each other. But what should I do. Because no matter what I do. I can't live without this intoxicant." "And this intoxicant is you. My princess." Addiction is bad. But not when you're in love because addiction of love so a healer itself.

She only hopes, hopes that he'll find true love and unlike her he won't make the same mistake she did. Xavier pulled the trigger once again and Becca slowly drifted off to sleep with only one thing in her mind as she closed her eyes. "I love you Alex! " ********* Five years later, "The bed's getting cold and you are not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not around you call And I'll bet the odd against it all Save your advice cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reason why I should give you up

I had never been so close to a man before, a man who had touched me in ways I could not tell anyone or even explain. “Tell me you don’t feel the tension between us,” he whispered. The vibrato of his voice sent a thousand shooting stars into my body and I gulped the anxious lump stuck in my throat. “Dom or Adonis might come to check on me. I can’t—” “I’m not here to have sex, either.” He caressed my cheeks with a hand and brushed his thumbs over my lips. “I’m here to look for a solution to my growing addiction here.” “Addiction?”

He whispered. "Sure,why not." I replied then Frank nodded. Hmm,my high school wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it'd be. I was happy and Frank swept me off my feet with these little things he did for me. I didn't need expensive bags and clothes to be impressed. So I was honestly impressed and more in love with Frank than I have ever been. Maybe he liked me and that's why he was mean to me earlier. I heard that when people try to suppress the feelings they have for someone they turn around to be mean to them. Maybe that was the case between I and Frank Kingston. Maybe now, he's more matured and knows that it'll do no good to suppress his feelings. I had hopes. But I wasn't letting him kn

“You just complimented my strength, right? Well...I relapsed. Days ago. After nine months of sobriety, and it was...the worst feeling. Like I’d given up on myself...but I didn’t really, because I’ll chase my new life to the end of the earth. Us addicts...we fall back into our addictions sometimes. It doesn’t mean we’re horrible people...I’ve learned that this is a forever battle, and it wicked sucks. You weren’t there for my intervention, but I want you to hear how I got started...from me.” Chad sobbed harder, nodding at his youngest to continue. Dalton lowered his gaze and a river of tears spilled down his cheeks. Nina kissed her boyfriend’s temple, closing her dark eyes as she did so. Marg

We left the place reeking of sex, our bodies spent but souls full. Even in crisis, our happy relationship shone. Packing boxes between orgasms, laughing through the stress, reaffirming love with every thrust and whisper. The extreme addiction wasn't destroying us, it elevated us. Whatever came next, cheap motel fucks, job hunts mixed with risky public quickies, rebuilding somewhere new, our bond would only grow filthier and stronger. Lying among half-packed boxes, cum leaking from every hole, I smiled. "This is us. Addicted forever." Marcus kissed me deeply. "And happier than ever."

He pushed two fingers into me without warning, curling them perfectly while he bit down on my other thigh. The stretch mixed with the bite made me cry out, hips bucking. Rowan laughed softly and bit my jaw. “Tell us exactly how addicted you are, Noah. Loud. We want to hear you admit it while we’re wrecking you.” I was trembling, sweat sliding down my chest from the fire and their bodies. Fresh dark marks were blooming all over me — purple on my neck, red on my chest, clear handprints on my hips and thighs. “I’m addicted,” I moaned out, no shame left in me.