Addiction Novels & Stories

She teased and he chuckled. "You love me like that. Don't lie. You like the whole of me and I'm obsessed with the whole of you, addicted even." He said, quietly and she could feel the breeze around her too. Her heart skipped a bit at his phone confession. "I'm addicted to you, Bella Mia. Fuçkin addicted, and I hate the thought of being set free from this addiction. Cage me like a bird on your palm with your fingers, I don't mind. I would do anything for you. No matter what."

This changes when the desires to experience immediate pleasure invade the human mind. It is at this point that the members of the circle of friends become a bad influence on themselves. At these times, harmful behavioral trends begin to emerge. Victims of the illusion of happiness that immediate pleasures give us, we fall into compulsion, which, based on repeating acts, harmful habits are formed in the mind that lead to addictions. These addictions are not just those that are already familiar to us. The addiction to immediacy, and that of wanting to live only based on the satisfaction of ephemera

All addictions are bad, Unless they give you a reason to live. All controls are good, Until they take away all your reasons to live. .....................................................

Dad says patting my back. I nod. "Why am I so weak dad? Why couldn't I get rid of all that stuff when I knew it was wrong? Why did it take her finding out," I ask searching his hazel eyes. "From what it sounds like, you have an addiction son. Orgasms feel amazing. Your body will always crave that type of release and pleasure. Porn addictions and sex addictions are serious. You stopped having sex so I guess your need for porn spiked. There is help son, don't worry. I plan on getting you that help," dad says pulling me to my feet.

I wasn't sure how I'd get rid of this addiction. The cruelest thing about addiction is the way it twists your mind. You tell yourself, “This is my last drink.” “This is the last time I’ll fucking taste her.” But deep down, you know that’s a lie. You’re caught in the grip of a craving that makes you feel more alive and more fucking miserable at the same time.

"If I could be there, I would. You know I miss you a lot." He tightly squeezes the soda can, causing the aluminum to crumple slightly. "Yeah, I miss you too, and I understand. I guess." He lets out a heavy sigh, his hair falling into his face as he slumps. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you..." He glances to his right, checking for any eavesdroppers where his door used to be. "Yeah?" He guzzles down his soda and wipes his mouth on his arm. "I know Mom had a masturbation addiction or something. That means we could be prone to addiction too, right? So, what's considered excessive?"

So perfect and all mine, I placed a soft kiss on her temple before resting my chin on her head while my finger played with her hair. I was so fucking addicted to oliva like a lovesick puppy and almost cringe at the thought but that's how I became now, it was so fucking hard to deny the fact now. 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.

He was really something else. I made my way towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was flushed and there were red marks all over my neck and chest. I traced them with my fingers as a small smile played around the corner of my lips. He does know to pleasure a woman, I'll give him that. God, he was so fucking addicting, like a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him. I thought about all the women who had a share of him and felt a pang of jealously.

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In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.