Obsession Me Novels & Stories

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?

Fellicia asked but didn't get an answer. "I just hope he is okay because I don't want anything to happen to him yet. He hasn't gone inside of me yet and my body is really in need of his amazing touch. His touch makes me go crazy. I don't know why his touch is so special. All the nen that has touched me so far, there was nothing special about them. Oh! My one and only boss! I just love him and wish he will notice me.." she caressed her body with her hands as she demonstrated her feelings.

For them, visiting Jenny wasn’t an act of kindness. It was an opportunity to gloat.

“Caught red-handed.” “It’s not what you think,” I muttered, suddenly very aware of the growing tension in my chest. Jessica, ever the persistent one, ignored my protests and continued scrolling through Dino’s photos. “Oh, come on, Eloise. It’s only fair that we get a glimpse of what’s been on your mind. I mean, the man is literally everywhere, right? CEO of Prestige Global, former high school bully, and now...a walking nightmare?” “Please don’t make it worse,” I groaned, slouching down in my seat. But Jessica was already too deep in her mission to listen.

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

He sim- ply existed—a solid, silent presence that commanded attention whether you wanted it to or not. There was a gravity to him, a quiet intensity that set him apart from the rest, like a storm brewing on the horizon. "Rough night?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air between them, pitched just low enough that only she could hear. It was a sound that resonated deep within her, stirring something primal CHAOTIC OBSESSION | 3 and untamed. Alli's mouth quirked in a wry smirk. "Not really. Just slow." She hoped her voice

Like she was intruding on something private. Good, she told herself firmly. Let him have his beautiful blonde. Let him smile at her and hold her and be happy. I don't care. But her hands trembled as she turned and walked back up the stairs, pretending she hadn't seen anything. Behind her, she heard Isabelle's laugh. Heard Dante's low response. Heard them move toward his office together. I don't care, Elena repeated to herself. I. Don't. Care. By afternoon, Elena was going stir-crazy. She'd tried to work on her laptop but couldn't focus. Tried to read but couldn't concentrate. Every noise in the mansion made her jump, wondering if it was Dante.

“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

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.