An Illicit Obsession Novels & Stories

His commanding, heavy-lidded stare holds me completely captive, stripping away every defense I built on the drive over. I sink down into the chair, the suffocating weight lifting off my chest. A profound, shocking sense of relief washes over me. I am not a home-wrecker. I am not tearing apart an innocent woman’s happy life because there is no love left to ruin. Only a mutual trap of greed and betrayal.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

“Not anymore.” I felt trapped beneath him, completely and utterly caged. His body pressed into mine, firm and unyielding, while his eyes stared down at me with a fire that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was obsession. Pure, raw, unfiltered madness disguised behind a broken man’s smile. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face like we were lovers in some twisted fairytale. “You think you’re still in control. That you’re still yours.”

Uthando Olungekho Emthethweni {illicit love} By Tanny Bae #14 Jordan POV As I gazed into her eyes, my heart skipped a beat. We had been secretly meeting for weeks, exchanging sweet glances and stolen moments whenever we could. Our love was forbidden, but we couldn't help ourselves. I was a priest, sworn to celibacy, but she had awakened a passion within me that I couldn't ignore. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and her kisses left me breathless. I had never felt this way before, and I knew I was risking everything for her. But I couldn't resist the way she made me feel - alive, desired and loved. Seems like am always horny these days, these desires l have for her are just more than too

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

"Yeah!!!" "What was he doing here then???" "He was here for a file!!!" "I don't think so!! At this time of night when you have a Sexy girlfriend only a crazy person would think of stayed away. Believe me this file is just an excuse. But its really bad luck for him because you are already booked tonight." "Shut up now." I pushed him aside and got over him and started riding his cock. "Oh yeah !!!!!!!! Baby!!!!!! Just like that!!!!"

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

Too much. I pushed on anyway. "You’re the one who’s been pushing this from the start. You’re the one who keeps asking me to watch you masturbate. You are the one who keeps cornering me with your toys and your creepy sugar daddy fantasies. That’s not me wanting you. That’s you projecting your own twisted shit onto me." My spine finally hit the hallway wall and the cool plaster against my back felt like a sudden relief "I’m not interested. I’ve NEVER been interested. You’re my roommate, Laurel. That’s it."

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

I was ill, my mind was feverish, it was flicking on, off, on, off, as heavy as a lecher's kiss, and it was telling me that they knew. It didn't help that when I looked up, eyes of ice were focused on me completely, boring past my mind and past my soul and into those dark corners where the festering moss of obsession was invading my mind like dandelions.