Intimate Obsessions Novels & Stories

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

It looked like that there’s a young man confessing his feeling of love to the apple of his eyes. “Wow! It’s really beautiful!” Qeiza spontaneously admired the charms of the sparks on the night sky. The moon—which was still shrouded in clouds—actually increased the charms of the newly released fireworks. All of sudden Dae Hyun’s face with his intoxicating smile incarnated in the center of the beautiful circle of the sparks. “God!” Qeiza blessed and blinked fast. She was rubbing her eyes with unbelievable feeling. She might need to see a doctor. Lately she’s been frequently hallucinating.

Makeup kits from high-end brands sat beside them, along with bottles of perfume that smelled divine. Then she opened a smaller, more intimate bag. Lingerie. Sets in delicate lace, satin, and silk—different colors and sizes, all clearly chosen with care. Her face turned beet red instantly. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she stared at the delicate undergarments. “How can a man buy something like this for his wife… or rather, his arranged partner?” she whispered to herself, mortified. Her heart raced. It felt too personal, too intimate for the cold man she had married.

he rolled his eyes. The air inside the temple was thick with dust and the faint scent of blood and rot. Lantern light flickered against the walls, revealing faded carvings and hieroglyphs worn down by centuries. "Stay sharp," Caleb warned. "This place isn't stable." Emily scratched at her arms, wincing as the rashes flared. "It's worse here," she whispered. Ivana crouched, running her fingers along the etched tiles. "There's something carved here… a warning maybe—" she paused as she heard a soft crunch beneath her feet.

When Marcus finally groaned and emptied himself inside her, filling her pussy with thick pulses of cum, I came one final time—silent, shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration pricking at my eyes. I barely made it back to my room before my legs gave out. That night I didn’t sleep much. I lay naked on my bed, replaying every second in my mind. My body was sore from how hard I’d fingered myself, but I still couldn’t stop. I used my hairbrush again, sliding the thick handle in and out of my dripping cunt while whispering his name into my pillow. “Marcus… fuck me… please…” The craving was becoming dangerous. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was an obsession.

He also told her the type of lingerie he wanted on her and she always obeyed every of his instructions to the latter. She got into the bathtub and after a few minutes, got out and began to prep herself like a sacrifice that was being prepared. She got into her drawer and wasn't surprised to see that it had been fully stocked. She was very sure that they were all a size too small so that her full voluptuous tits would struggle for space and that, Vishal had said turned him on. She got out one which caught her eye and fancy and she laid it on the bed. She walked towards the dresser and began to rub different lotions and oils into her skin and hair with preciseness. She couldn't afford the pric

"So why waste your precious time on me? Shouldn't you be trying to seduce Dante faster? Working harder to get him to marry you so he can finally let go of me?" Victoria gasped. Isabelle's face went white, then red. Elena moved closer, her voice dropping to cold and dangerous. "I will not let you or Victoria walk over me anymore. I am not pathetic. I am not a loser." She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. "And I will not fight over a man you two are passing around like a joint at a college party. Friends indeed." The implication hung in the air, thick and toxic. The suggestion that Isabelle and Victoria had both slept with Dante, that they were trading him between them like some sordid ga

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."