Novelas y relatos de Addiction: A 60's Love Story

"A woman is tied to a chair because of a man who has already taken enough from this family. If I told you to stay, and something happened to her, you'd never forgive yourself. And eventually you wouldn't forgive me for asking." His jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. "Take Nathan," she said. I refuse to sit here wondering if you're walking into something you won't walk back out of." Alexander studied her for a long moment, something raw and grateful passing behind his eyes. "I love you," he said. His voice low. "If I don't walk back through that door tonight, I need you to know it was never a question of her or you. It was only ever going to be you."

" I am not cheating on you. I have never cheated on you ; even when you were at the hospital , when you couldn't remember me , and when you were only remembering the bad stuff ... I still wanted you and I still want you and only you my baby love. I am still falling for you. " "This suite?" " I used it as a sexy time hide away . I never saw the use for it until this morning. I don't want there to be secrets between us. I was an addict. I am a recovering addict . That doesn't mean that the temptation isn't there. I was so heavy into sex, porn, drugs and alcohol. I turned to them because they numbed the pain." "What kind of pain?"

And I asked, " Shall we have a drink and a small talk?" The cold and frozen heart that never showed any sympathy since I was six, started jumping. She nodded, her smile looked like a soft touch of cherry blossom. She nodded with that red face, as if she was hoping I would say that. That new emotions within me was different than ever I felt. Loving someone could be hard but it was like an addiction. You will struggle to get rid of the addiction. She became my addiction. Like other dates, we had our first time. We both agreed that we shouldn't have let our alcohol took away the best moment of our life.

He asked, "Do you know why I can't forget you?" Lexie's voice was a little hoarse, totally different from her previous clearness. "Because the time is short!" Jim smiled. "Well, it's not because the time is short, but because if a person really falls in love with another person, he can keep her in mind for a lifetime. Love is like gambling. It’s often said that one will lose nine out of ten in a gamble. But I don't believe it. I keep betting on one person. I’m addicted when I win, and I want to get back all the things when I lose. You were tender to me, and I was addicted. I don’t know I’ve lost until that thing happened. But I’m reluctant to give up. I want to get everything back, do you un

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

“I love the way your lips part slightly when my thumb brushes over your clit, the way you start to pant for me, your eyes silently begging. Making you come is one of my favorite hobbies, baby." She bit down on her lip as my touch became rougher, more impatient. All the while, I continued to fuck her slowly, the whole world fading away. I didn't give a fuck anymore that there were hundreds of people listening to a seminar just below this balcony. All I could see was my wife. “I think I'm addicted to your pussy.” “I think I'm addicted to you," she whispered. I flicked her clit roughly, pushing her right to the edge. "I'll keep you hooked, baby. I'll keep feeding your addiction, so you'll never

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

"Of course I do. We're going to be kickass parents" I lift her off the bed and wrap her legs around my waist then spin her around. So goddamn happy that she wants to keep the baby. I'm going to be a father. Finally, I'll have my own family with the love of my life. What more can I ask for? And to think it all started with an addiction to this innocent woman... ******************************************

The kind of love I felt with her was different, unique, and special. "You love her?" He shook his head and looked down. I guess he knew he had messed up badly. But my whole attention was on that word *love*. Were my feelings for her more than an addiction? I never thought the day would come when I would become addicted to love. I stared at him with no emotions in my eyes, but a thought—a thought of giving her everything she has been missing—appeared in my head. "Tell me what have you done to her in the past." I looked at him and shoved one hand in my coat’s pocket. I wanted to know where to start from.

“Bethany and Brianna were already lovers, and they brought you into it?” He nods once. “Yes.” “So she shared you?” I ask. “All this time, Brianna stayed involved with you, while you were also sleeping with Bethany?” He shrugs, as if it still hurts to admit it aloud. “They were fine with it. They taught me to just have sex with whoever I wanted.” I press my hands to my thighs, grounding myself, even though the heat keeps rising behind my ribs. “So that’s how you became addicted?” “I’m not addicted. I just love sex.” He protests.