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And that was the most fucked up thing of all. --- THE END Or maybe just the beginning. Because addiction doesn't end. It just keeps burning. And we were both already ash.

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.

but I do know that was the best way I could describe my addiction. “I am rich yet I am an addict. Welcome to Scarlett Cobbs’s world.” I was talking to no one but myself. I screamed at the dancing reflection of the moon. It was dancing on the water. Dancing beautifully while I wallowed sorrowfully. It was painful. Holding back my addiction and not doing the needful to ease myself and my mind was driving me crazy. Other addicts on this yacht must be having fun right now. There were various kinds of alcohol for those that were addicted to it…

Pondering for a moment, I remembered a series I always wanted to watch. "How about we watch "Breaking Bad"? It's a series they've always recommended to me and I've never had the chance to see. What do you think? "I suggested, curious to know your opinion. Bernardo seemed intrigued by the choice. "I've never watched this series, but I've heard about it very well. It seems like a great option. Shall we start? "He agreed, showing excitement.

"Doings?... Whatever I did was to take revenge, it was my past Eira. My fucking past... It doesn't concerned you, my past has no relation to you... It should be my choice if I want to share it with you or not... Have I ever asked you that how many people you have killed for money. You are calling me wrong and monster for taking lives of those who hurt me and my family but have you ever thought that you have killed so many people who were innocent." He spat, he was furious after knowing that she was leaving him. His addiction for her was now unstoppable, he was on urge of loosing himself. "May be I was wrong but tell me one thing Eira, have I ever hurt you?... No, I didn't... Not even with wo

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...!!

The normal tussle for power, how one underworld boss had attacked the other and how their fight went, who won and who lost. I just wanted something to keep myself busy, and that was why I decided to go through the internet again, but then, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go absolutely wrong here today.

“I was the one who help Mark destroy Daniel and Mark promised me he will give me new life, he would send me back to Javier my half brother for a better life and I agreed but later things changed, he started behaving like a possessed man and I realized that Mark was actually drug addicted that day he was going to meet me for the documents related my new life but, in a way, he got in an accident” “What nonsense he never had drugs he was clean and hate drugs,” Adair said after hearing what Alex said not believing his words, “I am not lying, I don’t know how or where but he got addicted to it later he started having illusions and that takes his life nothing else after he got in an accident I got

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

“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.