Novels Addiction Novels & Stories

Alex’s POV I never believed in sex addiction until now. Jenny has made me a sex addict to her. She has also made me a love addict, a pleasure addict, a hug addict, a kiss addict, in short, a Jenny addict. For all these addictions are only associated with one person, my mesmerizing wife. She is the only one who can ignite that addiction in me. I want to feel myself inside her, taste her, hear her sexual voices and release, worship all her body parts, and do it all over again and again without tiring or stopping

he said smiling while Ella burst into laughter" you are funny Ella said still laughing , so can I see the novel he asked smiling. Actually it's my personal novel" so I can't give you she replied. Is the novel" romantic?? I guess you got it she replied grinning I guess we are a fan of romantic novel Jasper said. You also read novel Ella asked surprise. Yeah since when I was 12 he replied and smile. Just like me" but Jeremy interupted them. Who gave you the right to sit there Jeremy asked pointing his index finger at Jasper. What your business if he sit here Ella asked standing up". My business is that my father is the owner of J.J.T high School Jeremy said and raised his arm proudly

Trying to look strong "I've never had sex with anyone before. I can fight you on it or you can give me time to get ready before we do it" Two large steps and I'm glaring down at her "Fight me? Do you think you can overpower me?" "No. But forcing someone, even if that person is your wife is still rape. Is that how you want this marriage to start?" Never. I want her willing and writhing and begging for me to fuck her. I want her screaming my name the entire time because she can't have enough of me. Not because she's trying to push me away. But I also know what will happen when I finally take her. This obsession will turn into an addiction. I can't tell which is better. But I know a lot about

“A colleague. A woman who can talk. Do you understand what that does?” He did not wait for an answer. He shoved two fingers into her and found her wet, of course wet, the paranoia and the punishment already braided. He made a sound that was not kind. “Of course you do. Close call and this cunt still opens. That’s the addiction. That’s why we don’t get to be sloppy in daylight.”

Cassie walked through the whole street of New york city like a lost puppy. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. This can't be true, what she saw was just a dream, a nightmare. That was what she wanted to believe but deep down she was finding it hard to digest. Everything, everything she witnessed kept replying in her head and it made her feel disgusting, made her feel helpless and hopeless. "Are you planning to kill yourself?" Miguel asked in a cold tone, when he noticed that the girl he saved few minutes ago was planning on killing herselfherself by walking in the middle of the road.

You are my addiction is the story of people who are obsessed and addicted to their partners. ____________THE END____________ Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who supported me. I hope you loved the story. English is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any verbal mistakes in the story with that and enjoyed the story. If I will update a new story, I will drop it in the comment box, till then take care all Guys love you all...!!

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Vardan roared. Vardan’s massive hands clamped onto Sora’s face, searching for remnants of consciousness behind the narrowing pupils. But Aidan stepped forward with a silver weapon in hand, ready to deliver a total sedative to the unstable subject. The air in the stone building grew heavier with the scent of gunpowder, blood, and chemical vapors. Sora felt the darkness starting to close his vision once more. If he did not die now, he knew that when he woke up, there would be nothing left of him to save.

And yet… I reached for the dildo again. Because the addiction had taken over. I was no longer the ambitious secretary. I was a broken, needy, sex-addicted girl who couldn’t stop chasing the high her boss had given her. And I didn’t know how to stop.

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35