I Am Addicted To U Novels & Stories

She said making a sound of "p" "Then say goodbye to McDonald's then!" I said . I don't want to blackmail her but she need to take her meds in a right time. For God sake I am a doctor! "But Sissy! It's gross and eww! It taste bitter and yucky! " She said while wave her hand to me. "Even though it's yucky and eww you said! But still you need to drink your med in a right time. !" "But sis! Can I just have a medicine that's yummy and delicious!" She whine at me

Taylor really loves singing break ups and love songs but most importantly she knows how to reach people's heart with her songs. "We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air See the light, see the party the ballgowns See you make your way through the crowd and say hello Little did I know, that you were Romeo and you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet But you were everything to me I was begging you please don't go.. And I said Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

That's why I got impatient. Anyhow, wiping my tears off, I lie closer to him, leaning against his back. I'm so damn spoiled that I can't even sleep without his existence closer to me. Andrea was right when she said I'm addicted to Christian by every means. How am I gonna come out of this addiction? I guess never. I close my eyes, digging my face against his back Thea

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.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

Thoughts of Carolina spring into my head, unbidden; I'm too addicted to avoid them. Fuck. I'm starting to wonder if I'm beyond help.

I leaned into him, exhaling. Draven was so fucking addictive.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.