I Am Addicted To U Novels & Stories

I didn’t have any kinks. I strolled away, but I could still hear her moan. Love is a name of the sweetest feelings that comforts you, gives you pleasure, and lets you know you are special, but this was something beyond what I’ve heard about love. Being tormented and the pain you receive when kissed is not love, it is addiction. Especially when you have to beg him to satisfy you.

she asked him. “I don’t want to know why and I really don’t care!” he said to her. “I am going to tell you why regardless of what you want! The reason why I would always be dependent on people like you is because the moon goddess knew that if she didn’t make me that way, I would be unstoppable. I would be out of control so take this me, this part of me as a blessing. I need to get the hell out of here before I rip off his head” Alice said, turning from her brother to Jared.

All of them. “What do you get?” I hit the nail on the head. I didn't care what he could offer me. What buzzed my mind was what I’ll offer him. Would it be something I can manage or not? “In return, you’ll belong to me. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you. You’ll be mine. Exclusively." He trailed the last word, making sure I understood what he meant by that. The room seemed to shrink around me, his words wrapping around me like chains. My mind spun, disbelief crashing over me like a wave. This couldn’t be real.

Reed laid beside her as they both started to watch the movie. About thirty minutes into the movie, Rielle fell asleep on his shoulder. Reed smiled as he admired her face, In this short period of time she had become someone that he couldn’t let go of. He was attached to her like a medicine and couldn’t let go of her. He wanted more and more from her. He was addicted to her. He was in love with her.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

Every bit of his muscular body. And the song still didn't end. “The side effects are sexual. Are you up for a tasting? The side effects are sexual, and you love the way I say, 'I'm your drug of choice. One dose is never enough for you. I'm your drug of choice. And you can't break this addiction.'"

Fucked senseless by a man who looks at me like I’m priceless. And God help me, I’m already addicted.

I was taken aback by what he said next. "I guess I’m addicted.”

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or