Intimate Obsessions Novels & Stories

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

"You piece of shit. What are you doing in my bedroom?" "It is our bedroom. Don't forget that." She set the glass down and sat up. The lingerie glowed in the red light, but I didn't care. "I told you, David. I am not going anywhere." She smiled. "What is the meaning of all these pictures everywhere? Nina, you are crazy. You need to see a doctor." "I am crazy? Yes, I am. Crazily in love with you." She walked up to me, taking one step at a time, stroked me from my head to my chest, and opened my buttons.

"I live in the same house. It’s unavoidable." "That’s not what I asked, Mr. Moretti." I glare at her. "Yes." She closes her notebook with a soft thud, then sighs. "Mr. Moretti. You are not dying. You are not sick. And there is no virus." I lean back, expecting the solution. "Then what is it? A defect?" "In a manner of speaking," she says. "You are describing acute symptoms of pathological obsession."

“Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.” I spat out as his vision started to clear and I was able to see him better and even though my words were harsh and cruel; he didn’t react. So I threw my head back and cackled crazily. “Between all the people in here, Sergey, you are the closest one to me. You are the most fucked up person after me in here. You should know how I feel, but again you are just a cold, walking dead corpse, aren’t you? An alexithymics.”

Anything to shut my mind down. I pick up my phone. Put it down. Open the vault. Shut it down. He’s still live. Watching. Him. My voice. My obsession. My mess. Every filthy, intimate second. I hover over the app, fingers frozen. Words fail me. Thoughts fail me. I want to ask for more. Nudes. But I can’t even form the words without sounding like a desperate lunatic. My chest thunders. My blood screams. And still… I can’t stop watching.

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

he'd say. "I don't care," I'd reply. "I could lose everything." "Then lose it." I came hard, biting my lip to keep from making noise, my roommate in the next room completely oblivious to the fact that I was fucking myself to thoughts of my therapist. When I came down, I felt... nothing. No guilt. No shame. Just satisfaction. And the certainty that this was only the beginning. --- Later that night, I did what any self-respecting obsessive would do: I googled him.

She had already experienced an embarrassing incident when they did something similar yesterday in the Dufan parking lot, and she didn't want to repeat that. "Calvin, we can't do it here," Emily said, this time with a serious tone, and she pushed Calvin's hands away as they began to explore her upper body. "Alright," Calvin replied curtly, feeling disappointed. It wasn't so much disappointment due to Emily's rejection but more disappointment with himself. Calvin couldn't understand why he had become so addicted and obsessed with repeating their intimate moments since their first time together as husband and wife. It felt like he was going crazy because he couldn't stop thinking about Emily, e

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

INTIMACY (Baby) Charlie's POV "Come on baby," I hushed as I slammed my lips to hers. She took two steps backwards letting her back hit the elevator. I slid my finger into her short miniskirt and started fingering her. She moaned crazily into my mouth as we kissed roughly, her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck. I slid two additional finger into her V making it three fingers, her moans became more loud. It sounded so sweet to my ears.