Obsession Falls 소설 & 이야기

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

However, she was frantically clicking on her mouse to cover the webpage with the drawing software. Stacy walked over and placed the documents on her desk. "Should I lower the air conditioning temperature a little?" "It's fine. Just get me a bottle of cold water," Joey said, feeling parched due to the fanfiction's explicit content. It was offensive to read such things in the middle of the day. While Stacy went to get water, Joey hurriedly closed the webpage. She pushed aside the distracting thoughts and focused on her sketches. When she was immersed in her work, her phone wouldn't stop chiming with notifications of WhatsApp messages.

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?

Desire had become treason, and every step I took, every sip I swallowed, reminded me that I was falling further. My phone buzzed. Marcus again. Another minor issue—a financial discrepancy that should have been minor, but in the delicate balance of Edward’s empire, even the smallest fracture could widen into a canyon. I clenched my fists around the device, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My mind screamed at me to fix it, to act, to maintain control. But the image of Selene haunted me, and I realized something terrifying: obsession had begun to dictate my decisions. Mistakes, distractions, and desire were intertwining in ways I could not yet control.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

One of the maids scrambled for a phone. Isabelle moaned in pain, her face contorted. But even through her tears, even through her apparent agony, Elena saw it. Just for a split second. The tiniest flicker of satisfaction in Isabelle's eyes as she looked at Elena. Elena's knees buckled. The room spun. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Isabelle had done this to herself. Had used Elena's own desperate plan against her. Had turned Elena's moment of leverage into the perfect frame.

If I keep going like this, I'm very sure we will break the furniture. “Fuck me.” I curse, feeling my pleasure build up. Adrian is the first to cum, as he spills his warm seeds all over his stomach. It doesn't take long before I cum, burying all of my seed inside his ass. As I slowly pull out of him, I breathlessly collapse on top of him, fuck I needed this.

As she approaches her next lecture room, a scent she had never smelled before hits her, making Opal stand and pace restlessly inside her head. Isadora freezes at the door, her eyes staring at the floor and his shiny black business shoes, moving up his dress-pant-covered legs, over his tight arse, up his sculptured back, his muscles mesmerising as they moved under his sleek black shirt as he wrote on the whiteboard.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.