Fiction Addiction Novels & Stories

Her pussy clenched at the thought of what doctor Fernandez had in store for her. Fernandez wasn't a real doctor and neither was the lady that brought her in, a nurse. She met him two days ago in the park when he approached her and told her she looked like someone who needed treatment. She thought he was a creep at first—a lunatic, till he pulled out a small tablet from his laptop bag and showed Christine doctor fetish videos he carried out on ‘fake patients’. Celine could've raised an alarm or embarrassed him publicly, but she was intrigued. She wanted to try it out, as he ensured it had a pleasurable and calming effect on the body.

♪♪ Espresso • by Sabrina Carpenter ✿✿✿ LILAH New York, USA, 2024 I expected the smell of coffee beans and fresh chocolate croissants as every evening, my mouth watering just at the thought of it. But the mixed smell of alcohol, weed and tobacco hit my olfactory nerves through the nostrils, making my head spin and face shirnk. It's been twenty fucking minutes. I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body.

I don't know why I didn't even blink and started while saying that while his mouth is parted. "Oh, and in addition, you get frustrated because you feel like your efforts have gone to waste. According to a fiction I have read which genre is a slice of life when it's the girl who asked for it while she's drunk and you gave in, it will result to some sort of quarrel between lovers," I innocently looked at him. "Is that where this conversation heading?" He massaged the bridge of his nose. "Damn, I didn't realize that reading too many fictional stories can make someone think this way," He mumbled.

The two men’s rhythms weren’t perfectly synced, which created a chaotic, unpredictable internal stimulation that made Sloane’s mind blank with pleasure. In the creek, the double cunnilingus was reaching a crescendo. Tessa was bucking against their mouths, her hips rocking uncontrollably. Wren had intensified her suction on Tessa’s clit, her tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub with a rapid, buzzing motion. Mira, meanwhile, had deepened her focus. She wasn’t just licking Tessa’s entrance anymore; she was fucking her with her tongue, plunging it in as deep as she could, then swirling it around, tasting every fold, every crease.

By the third day of the month-long sentence, something had shifted inside Finn. The daily texts from Magnus no longer filled him only with fear,there was a dark, twisted anticipation that made his stomach flutter and his cock twitch whenever his phone vibrated. He caught himself checking the screen during meetings, his heart racing at the thought of what Magnus would demand that night. The addiction was sinking its teeth deeper than any of the physical marks.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“I need you, Finn. I wouldn't have asked you to be my sex buddy if I didn't need you. I need sex to be sane in case you haven't noticed.” I added. Finn didn't say a word while I said those words to him and I could see that he was confused. His confusion made me decide that it was high time I told him everything he needed to know. Hopefully, he wouldn't go to the media with the juicy news about Scarlett Cobbs being a sex addict. Hopefully. “Ever since I could remember, Sex has been the only escape for me. I get panic attacks that pump my sex drive and make me lose control of my sexual urges.”

How do you control your fake fiancé from becoming extremely seductive? I searched the whole thing on g****e and so many W*****d novels opened that for once, I thought to not meet my best friend and rather stay back to read more. They were really nice for once. I honestly can’t live without W*****d, even if I try I am just going to get back to it in a day. Oh right, that was not what I was searching for. I started typing more relevant keywords to stop a man from seducing a woman.

As I left the mansion later that night, legs shaky and Damien’s warm cum still leaking from me with every step, the memory of being fucked against the railing while a party happened below burned hot in my mind. I had come here to become a better writer. Instead, Damien Cross was turning every chapter of his book into my real-life corruption. And I was becoming addicted to living dangerously on the page… and on his cock.

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r