Novel & Cerita Are You Addicted

"Clara... that was..." "Intense," I whispered, curling up. Addiction deepened, the cycle unbroken. What now?

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

“An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.” “So…” I scoffed, shaking my head. I turned to face him. “So you think she has consumed me for years, I looked at no woman but her, loved no one else but her, all for an obsession? For some addiction?” He raised his hands again. “I’m just–”

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

Sienna stared at the bathroom mirror, the steam from the hot shower fogging the glass, blurring the woman she used to be. She had crossed lines she could never uncross. The thrill had become a living thing inside her chest. It pulsed louder every time she let him in, every time she felt him against her skin while her husband slept above them. She was addicted, and addictions never ended clean. The phone buzzed against the counter. She didn’t need to look. She already knew who it was.

"It's not what you think. It helps me cope, that's all. With all the pressure, with Jerry always being so distant, with everything falling apart around me. It just numbs the noise for a little while." "Numbing the noise?" Beth stared at her in disbelief. "Isla, you had a line laid out on the nightstand. That's not 'coping.' That's an addiction. You're an addict, Isla. That's what I saw." The word seemed to strike Isla like a physical blow. Her eyes flickered with something dangerous. "Don't call me that. I am not an addict." "Then what are you?" Beth demanded. "Because from where I'm standing, you look exactly like one."

But again… That’s not what this is about, and we’re not establishing a lasting relationship here, so I can’t technically classify him as such, can I? It’s a convoluted notion that really just seems like if I ponder it too much, I’ll be running in circles, chasing my tail, rather than following the sane, straight line that keeps me from getting addicted to the curveballs he throws my way. I have to continually remind myself of the inevitable outcome here—those strands will, indeed, be cut. And I won’t have a vote in the matter. Unfortunately for me, the man has already, clearly, become an addiction. One I recklessly jones for, one I can’t get enough of. One that will alter me—potentially not

“But I can’t stop. I won’t stop.” I kissed him deeply, knowing I was completely ruined. The next morning, Brooke came into my room while I was still sore and leaking. She looked at me strangely. “Riley… is something going on with you and Coach Harlan?” My heart stopped. I smiled innocently. “What? No, of course not.” But as she left, I knew the truth. I was addicted. And there was no going back. Be warned. This doesn’t just seduce you. It ruins you for anyone else.

I went downstairs, sat alone in the living room, the house was unusually quiet, I lazily dragged the remote to myself, and as usual I turned on my favorite TV series but instead it added to my depression, no matter how many times I watched the show, it always ends up with the same ending, the boy was left alone at the end, he lost every fucking person that he loved, he couldn't boast of one person that genuinely love him not even his family, I was blankly staring at the TV when the remote was taken away from me, and that's when I jolted back to reality, I look up and saw that Eden is here already, “Don't tell me you're watching this fucked up show again” He muttered and sat beside me “Come o

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.