Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

"I don't believe you" He remains silent, grinning annoyingly at me. "I have never been a needy girlfriend" I state. "Well, that's because you weren't dating me, there's a first time for everything" He argues. I want to argue back and deny his words but he notices and interrupts before I get a single word out. "Look, I've changed too Cookie, I've never been this much into any girl I've dated in the past but see, I'm practically obsessed and addicted to you and we have barely done things" He wiggles his eyebrows at me as he finishes his statement.

I asked Stacy. "None." I blinked. "Are you saying that this isn't addictive?" Stacy nodded confidently. "Absolutely. It's designed to give you a perfect night without any strings attached. No addiction, no hangovers, just unforgettable fun." Nina added with a wink, "And think about it, Rosalina, if it were addictive, do you really think her boyfriend would let her take it?"

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

Evans kept muttering words as the simulations were too much for him and the drug in his body wasn’t helping either. Meanwhile, though Nathan didn’t take any drugs, he wasn't any better, he felt like he was going insane, he felt like the drugs had been passed to him, he just couldn’t control it. His blood was boiling and he wanted to stay inside him forever. “Fuck! Good boy! Take it, move faster, don’t you want it anymore?! Now move! Take it deeply inside you! Urggh!” Nathan uttered dirty words and groaned as he held Evans's waist and kept on digging inside him.

"That's what people say you should do. I'm ignoring that advice." We went back and slept until midnight. Woke up wide awake and starving again. "This is going to be our whole trip," I said. "Sleeping at weird times and eating constantly." "Sounds perfect." We found a convenience store open twenty-four hours. Bought random snacks we couldn't read the labels for. Sat in our hotel room eating mystery food at one in the morning. "We're married," Damien said, eating something that might have been a rice ball. "You keep saying that like you're surprised."

"You expect me to forget about the material that touches your sister's pussy when you bring up her underwear. You blew my mind, dude. Last night, you fucking your sister was the only thing on my mind" Robert warned, "Don't say that." " That is not the case. It's just a weird fetish, I suppose, that keeps me from thinking about her or picturing her in them. Like jocks who take steroids without realizing it, maybe all the herbs I've been experimenting with are messing up my mind. I swear I always and for no reason get hard". Robert added. "Are you lying? Hey, have you ever seen the pussy of your sister?". Derek interrogated.

The guilt about Jake was still there but the addiction grew stronger with every secret meeting. I realized right then that I was becoming completely addicted to this forbidden world. I did not want it to end. I wanted more of these powerful men using me whenever I needed it. The thought made me smile even as cum dripped down my thighs. This taboo game had changed me and I was not ready to walk away from it yet.

“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.

Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.