My Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

I felt drained and craving to experience that again. "Fuck!!!" I moaned from the aftertaste. What have I gotten myself into? This was never what Ace asked me to do. He asked to have my release and not to get addicted to that mysterious sweetness inside her. I can feel my craving for it increasing "Fuck..." I felt frustrated and confused at the same time. How do I explain myself to Ace? Telling him that I lost myself along the way and discovered something irresistible? Something addicting that almost blew my mind away? How can I even get myself to tell him that?

I really am. I paused when I sniffed his scent and swallowed. Jeez. Now he has contaminated the entire room with that sweet scent of his. I didn't know why I suddenly felt like crying. I....I needed him here...with me...on the bed... touching me as he does... driving me insane... fucking me like he wouldn't see the next day... Damn it!!!!! i am addicted. I can't do without him.... Jeez. What the hell has he done to me???

"You go feral when you're hungry. It's either this or I tranq your ass." I grumbled something unintelligible under my breath, but my hand curled around the chocolate like it was precious. Maybe it was. It was the stupidest, softest part of me—this addiction. Not blood. Not vengeance. Not the thrill of a kill. Fucking chocolate. I cracked the bar open with trembling fingers and broke off a piece, pressing it to my tongue. The moment it hit my taste buds, the rage in my veins dulled. Just slightly, enough for me to breathe. The sweetness soothed me in a way blood never could.

Her hand moves down the lapels of my jacket, undoing buttons and I drown in her kisses. I have never had an addiction before, but I was sure that Kelly Whitmore has become my biggest addiction. I loved everything about her. I loved that she smelled like flowers all of the time and I loved that her lips always tasted sweet, like my own personal treat. I groan when she strokes my erection through my pants and kiss down her slender neck and over a diamond necklace I got her to go with her dress.

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

"..There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain Baby, to me, you're like a growing Addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey And if I should fall, will it all go away? I've been kissed by a rose on the grey.." Shit.. Kaden is an addiction! Is this healthy? This overwhelming craving to be close to him.

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

Day said quietly. “It’s fucked. We are fucked, because if either of us was going to walk away, it was going to be me. But I can’t. Not now. I’m more than addicted to him,” I whispered. “Talking to him just now made me realize. Addiction hurts, but not this much. Addiction doesn’t slice your soul in two if you’re apart.” My best friend took a deep breath. I knew. She knew. I looked Mish in the eye, too afraid to meet my best friend’s gaze. “For some awful reason, I am completely in love with the guy. And emotion and addiction don’t go well together. It’s as painful as it is pleasurable, but I can’t stop.”

My hand was still in my purse. (Next morning) (Trevor) I didn't sleep a wink as usual. I couldn't stop thinking and imagining Christina's beautiful face and body. I was like a drug addict and she was my heroin. I knew she won't be good for me but I was hooked on her. Having tasted and felt her delicious body made matters worse. I badly wanted to possess her but she must come to me willingly. It would make me feel great if that happened. It would be a feather in my cap once she did that. One thing was for sure, she wasn't immune to me. The way she responded to me yesterday was the proof. I smiled. Sooner or later, I would get her. It would be easier since we would be seeing each other every d

"So good. Never tasted anything…so sweet. Addicted…already…" Yes. Addicted. He was a drug. Her drug, and she doubted there was a cure. With her painkillers, she’d had to stop using cold and flat. The withdrawals had been nightmarish. Yet she knew with sudden, shocking clarity that those would not compare to what she’d experience without James. He replaced the hand on her breast with his mouth, flicking his white-hot tongue over her nipple, shooting more of those gratifying lances through her. He didn’t bite, though, not again.