Addiction Novels & Stories

I suck her clit into my mouth and her entire body shakes with pleasure. She's my high and I'm addicted to her as I watch her eyes roll back. A niggling doubt exists at the back of my brain, knowing like a crack addict that my addiction is dangerous, but quitting is just as difficult. I push it out of the forefront of my mind and focus on the beauty before me, drowning in this feeling. And I devour her, wanting nothing but to bring her to climax as if I'm a slave to her pleasure. Never before have I felt such a desperate need to inflict pleasure, it's normally pain.

Now what you’re going to do is fucking simple, I want you to become a fucking drug to Diego, more of a poisonous drug. Puzzlement clouded my face at the words. Poisonous drug? What does that mean. ‘I don’t understand?’ ‘He’s a fucking sex addict and once you get someone badly addicted to something, specifically someone, it’s hard for the person to pull through from it….. That’s what I want you to become, I want you to sex him every single day and have him totally intoxicated.’ ‘And then what?’ I questioned.

"Leading to you to ask her to move in with you, already?" "I know most would say I'm moving way too fast but I just can't be patient with her. I tried to stay far away from her but she makes it so hard to do anything that doesn't have her in it. She's like a fucking addiction, and at the start, you never thought you would go back at it but soon you find yourself not being able to live without it and there's no rehab for it because it's not even an addiction, it's something that's apart of you." Chris was quiet for a long time looking at me before he took a sip of his refilled drink and I saw his body shake with laughter.

"I am in the process of perfecting the recipe to a drug that will give the high without the addiction." "Wait...What?"

The guilt was a heavy stone in his stomach. He pulled his phone back out. The screen lit up, still showing the calendar. The appointment with Paul seemed to glow. It was his lifeline. It was also his anchor, dragging him deeper into a sea of secrets and lies. He was trapped. He needed what Paul gave him. But the cost was getting higher every day. He was lying to his friend. He was becoming addicted to the very person who was supposed to be curing his addiction. The path to healing was starting to feel like a road to ruin, and he was walking down it with his eyes wide open, too desperate for the comfort at the end to turn back.

“One stupid piece, but still.” “You know what?” I pause. “I have a confession. I think I have an addiction.” Her eyebrows furrow, “Huh?” “It’s serious,” I sigh. “I’ve never told anyone before, but lately, it’s gotten bad, and I was seeing a few of those indicators in you, so I had to ask.” “What kind of addiction?” “It’s rare, modern medicine can't cure it, I’ve tried everything, but I always relapse.” I softly say, trying my best to appear vulnerable. “It’s called Aeliana.”

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

“Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.” I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered. I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness. This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in th

"He's not addicted." "Yes, he is. He follows you like a wolf follows a trail. He can't stop himself. It's like he needs to be near you to breathe. It's like you're air and he's been drowning his whole life. You're the only thing that keeps him alive. You're the only thing that matters to him. You're his entire world. You're his everything. You're his reason to wake up in the morning. You're his reason to hope."

My body is twitching involuntarily, warning me how close I am to having an anxiety attack. I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown with all this shit. All of this affects me greatly and even more so as I'm in abstinence. My body begins to crave the drug and the need to consume something becomes stronger and stronger. All because of Anna, since that time I've become a fucking addict. I reach into my pocket for the pack of cigarettes I always carry with me, however, when I take it out I realize that I have already finished with all the contents of it.