Cookie Addicts Novels & Stories

They continued walking in silence until he spoke: " It's up to you, Lara. Going to a place where everyone is at rock bottom to live and showing them the gun, you know. I don't think you should leave, but avoid drinking while you're here. Empathy. Here, take this." - He reached into his jeans pocket and took out a mint candy, extending it to her. "It helped me a lot with withdrawal, and I still have the habit of sucking on them to this day. By the way, I've never really been a drinker, not to the point of becoming dependent. My addiction is cocaine." And they reached their friends, who had finished filling the baskets with corn.

all I could think was: When can we do it again? I was addicted. And there was no rehab for this.

In her younger days, it had seemed romantic to sip wine with dinner or share a cognac afterward, but when Charles started courting her, she developed an almost pathological devotion to keeping her own head clear. She would not even have a soft drink that contained caffeine anymore. She knew some of her intimate friends who smoke hemp, cigarette and sniff cocaine. They have become so hardened by their lives that there is no instruction that would turn them from addictions and frolic.

’ Carol exclaimed. ‘Cocaine. I know what it is.’ ‘Then why do you ask? Come on and join us.’ ‘Because she only sees things like these on television you guys. That’s if their farmer provides them with free electricity.’ Lira made fun of me and the other girls joined her. ‘I don’t know you guys, what if I become addicted.’ ‘Really now? Do we look addicted to you? Plus, you will only be addicted if you overdo it. We only dap occasionally. Don’t let it get to your head then you won’t be an addict.’

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.

he groans and begins to move his finger inside of me, pushing up against my front wall, just how I like it. I could already feel the heat travel throughout my body, and I rocked my hips up to meet his fingers, wanting more of him. "More?" he groans, as if hearing my thoughts. "More," I whisper, nodding my head. "It's your second day of having sex and I think you've become an addict," he chuckles, thrusting his finger into me as I chuckle. "Only an addict for you," I groan, running my fingers through his hair.

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”

I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head, and looked up at all six men with pure addiction in my eyes. “Because last night broke me in the best way possible,” I confessed breathlessly. “One cock isn’t enough anymore. I need to be surrounded, stretched, filled, and covered. I need to be passed around and used like a cheap cumdump while my boyfriend watches. I’m addicted… and I don’t ever want to be cured.” The room filled with low, hungry groans. Tyler grabbed my head and pushed back into my throat.

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.