I Am Addicted To U Novels & Stories

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

he brеаthеd, hіѕ words igniting еvеrу ѕіnglе раrt of me tіll I wаѕ соmрlеtеlу оn fire. “Rеаllу?” I tеаѕеd. His ѕmіlе grеw wіdеr. “I’ll аlwауѕ wаnt уоu, Iz, you’re mу аddісtіоn. I’ll nеvеr hаvе еnоugh, I’ll always wаnt mоrе, need mоrе.” Oh my.

All vampires had the power to coerce almost every single person, into doing whatever it was they wanted them to do. Right now, I could feel that Matt had used his coercion on her, and that was why she was succumbing so easily, and feeling at home so quickly. Well, I didn't blame Matt for this at all, because right now the last thing we needed was someone who would delay us in making our plans. Even though I had forbidden Matt from using his coercive powers on anyone of us, I wasn't prone to it for some reason. I stopped him from using it because of my other friends who didn't have the same immunity I had.

He asked. "Nope, actually, I'm here to join the club." I said. "Really?" "Yeah," "Can I hear you sing?" He asked. "Sure," I answered. He hand me his guitar and pulled a stool in front of me. I strum the guitar as I sang the intro. Oh boy what's gotten into you, You make me smile everyday, You are like drug, Addicting me. Can you please be mine, I won't promise that I would be the perfect girlfriend

He was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, and I knew right then that I was already addicted. Dangerously, helplessly addicted.

*** ~~~ CHANCÉ~~~ *** Since the last time River and I had sex, I’ve been thinking about that moment nonstop. I feel like a drug addict in withdrawal — conflicted, restless, and completely obsessed. Am I an addict? I don’t know, but if you can’t stay away from something and you obsess over it every second, then yeah… I guess I am. My drug is sex with River Dawson. I can’t stop craving it, so instead, I’m avoiding him.

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 urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.

“Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself seeking my next hit of your presence. You’re the ultimate escape from reality, the temporary relief from the mundane. With you, I feel alive and free from the chains of everyday life.” He smiled and gently bumped our noses together. “But just like any drug, there’s a price to pay. The withdrawal symptoms kick in when you’re not around, leaving me longing for your touch, your voice, and your very essence. It’s a craving that consumes me, leaving me restless and yearn

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."