Intimate Obsessions Novels & Stories

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

Roman James pulls the car up to the office building. I should be thinking about my meetings this morning, but it’s last night that’s etched into my head. What the fuck was I thinking, having Raven on my lap and touching her in public as I did in that cinema? My behavior around her is not normal. It’s insane. Obsessive. My lack of self-control whenever she’s around me, and the way she begs me to fuck her, and I just do feels like something born from obsession.

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It was paining like hell in her lower part. Robert gave a smirk to the girl and went near her.He snatched the oniment from her hand and started to apply in her vagina without saying anything.When his cold hands touched her va*ina she was hell scared.Before she could say anything Robert unzipped his pant and inserted his hard d*ick inside her va*ina and started to thrust in very speed. He can only vente his frustration and anger by having sex with her.Blood flows from the girls va*gina but he didnt stooped.when the girl protested he said "well werent you the one who asked me earlier now enjoy you bitc*h" by saying that he thrusted more .

I thought fucking her once was going to rid me of my irrational obsession with her but I was so wrong, so so wrong, I wanted her more than ever. I wanted her every night and I wanted to fuck her in all holes. God! I was so fucking obsessed with her. I've always prided myself on being a very rational person but when it comes to Lisa, all my rationale would fly out of the window and I'd be left with only one insatiable need. To bury myself deep inside her. To make her scream and beg. To have her shatter beneath me. Fuck! I was so fucking hard again for the fucking 10th time today and it was barely evening.

Mason stood up from the bed with a frown on his face, it's not like he had a good sleep. He has been battling with a life-threatening insomnia for the past years, it all started when he took drugs for the first time. The day he met Madison, His ex-fiancee in bed with his uncle, Erling. He angrily went to a club and was forced to take Morphine mixed with alcoholic wine which caused him harm. Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing.