Obsession Club Novels & Stories

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal

Looking around,Nora sighted Chloe at the far end of the club.mae didn't tell her it was a freaking club,she thought it was a bar that they would just hang out. They waited in queue for a while trying to get flashed in or however they said it by two hefty bouncers with that held what looked like a flash, pointing it at their arm as they each entered club 'DE PARIE". Second most exotic club in the whole of New Jersey,and it was buzzing,it wasn't even the weekend but it was filled,bodies kept rubbing bodies as they walked to where Chloe sat, constantly checking her phone,she raised head as if sensing the girls were around.

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?

Nyx, Sulphur and the others are also in our company. “ Club Odyssey?” Chloe reads out loud and I smile. “It screams mystery, right?” I ask and Chloe nods. It's the same impression I got when I learnt about the club. Who would have thought it was a club owned by bikers? “ No,it screams of sin wrapped with candy paper.” Chloe declares and I burst out giggling. “ Then let's see what sin they are offering.” I wink and then saunter inside. I can feel Nyx disapproval charging the night. She has never made peace with interacting with members of the shadow riders MC.

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> The Obsidian Club occupied the top three floors of an unmarked building in Manhattan's Financial District. No signs. No advertising. Membership cost $50,000 annually and required three referrals from existing members. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> It was the most exclusive sex club in New York City. Possibly in the country. And Maya worked there three nights a week. Not as a bartender. Not as a hostess. As one of the "angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions.

Mr Gabs fumed in anger as he banged his hands on the table in frustration laced in his face "Shawn what has gotten into you??" Shawn bowed his head a bit but he didn't look any more remorseful for what he had done. "I was suddenly humiliated in the social cycle functions and not allowed into the dish launching of the Harvey's " Mr gabs dragged on his hair when his mind wandered back to earlier when he arrived at the venue but was told that Mr Harvey doesn't allow there to come in that they have been restricted and won't be allowed into any events held by the Harveys in the future.

This place is everyones go to bar in town. My eyes narrow in on a huddled group near the back of the room. Welcome Back, Wildcats! has been printed on a huge white banner and put up on the wall. Jersey chasers on dick patrol linger underneath it, waiting for their idols. My lips tighten. “Yeah, the piranhas are circling.” She takes a sip of her drink, her gaze darting from me to them. "I couldn't give a shit less." I say, in a voice that definetley portrays anything but that.