Novel & Cerita My Secret Obsession

He stopped himself, jaw tight, like the confession had gotten away from him faster than he intended. "Say it," she said softly. "Whatever you were about to say." "It isn't rational," he said, low. "I know that. I know obsession isn't the same as love, and I've been careful not to confuse the two in front of you, because you deserve better than a boy who can't tell the difference. But since the courtyard on your first morning, I have not been able to stop tracking where you are, who you're with, whether you're safe, down to an hour I can account for. It isn't a choice I make each day. It's simply what I do now. What I've done since before either of us understood why."

One late-night study session turned into heated kisses, wandering hands, and Barry burying that shockingly huge cock deep inside her for the first time. Only Monica May knew the secret of what Barry was packing. She relished keeping it hidden from the world. Whenever the ache between her thighs grew too strong, she’d bat her lashes and pretend she needed “extra help” with calculus. Barry was always more than eager to oblige. Their secret hookups became addictive—raw, frantic, and deliciously filthy. Because they moved in such different social circles, they’d sneak away to unconventional spots: the library stacks, the back of his beat-up car, even a deserted locker room after one of her games

Yes he was hot for his age but he was completely grumpy and irritable. "See that it is." he replied and turned his attention back to his paperwork. This meant that he wanted me to get the hell out of his sight. I packed up my notebooks and practically ran back to my apartment. I needed to relax, and for me, relaxing meant diving into my secret life. Nobody looking at me would ever guess it, not even you. I had a massive secret. I was completely obsessed with the idea of a dominant man taking total control and telling me exactly what to do. I wanted to have the feeling of belonging to someone powerful. It was a fantasy I kept hidden in my head because finding someone I actually trusted to do

she whispered against his lips, “I’m your dirty little secret. Whenever you want me, I’ll come to you. No questions. No limits.” Dante gripped her hips possessively, kissing her again. “Good girl,” he growled. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” The night continued until dawn — raw, passionate, and unforgettable. From that night on, Vesper became Dante Moretti’s secret obsession. She would sneak into his penthouse, his cars, even his private jet — always ready to please him, always his dirty little secret. And she loved every second of it. --- **The End.**

How you would feel about me keeping such a secret. XXX

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

I inquired, still intoxicated by his closeness. “Do I need to have a reason to be curious about the only person who knows my secrets outside of the Mafia?” he retorted. He really was giving all sorts of weird emotions nowadays. “Not that I will die without knowing,” he added quickly. I sighed. “Fine. I had one boyfriend back in high school.” “No one other than that?” “Yes. I didn't want anyone distracting me from my goals.” “You are completely over that guy, right?” I shot him a glare from my peripheral vision. “It has been years since I got over him.”

It’s not that I am committed or something but after her I can’t do any more girls with her in my mind 24/7… Realizing she was still kissing me, now also grabbing my hard dick in her hands moving her palm along its length, I push her off my body… I was hard because of her not this slut..she was standing there wide eyes, opened mouth, like a fish wanting water but can’t get it.. After that she tried a lot, at last dejectedly she move to another of her flavor. I know she is obsessed with me, but my obsession is something else rather someone else… Thinking about her brought an unknown smile on my face, but I hide it behind my rough looks… Tickkkk tuckkkkk….. Startled by the sound I look towards

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.