Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

I grab one of the photos on the table and start to appreciate them again, the photo was taken from behind while Kim was walking along the road. I remember that day perfectly, she looked totally carefree, with her hair down and listening to music with her headphones on. In the photograph you can only see her back, her long legs and her short hair, but it is more than enough to drive me crazy. She's a goddess. Everyone should realize how magnificent she is, but apparently they see her as a normal person. Anyway I prefer it that way because it will be mine and nobody else's.

They had only heard about that but today they saw them. After completing her wedding look they all leave the room.Luna was alone looking herself in the mirror.Today she was looking like a queen like all the girls dream but she was not happy . She didnt wanted to be in a forced relationship. She gets up and tries to walk outside the room but the dress was very heavy.She was about to slip because of heavy weeding dress and was caught by a warm hand.

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?

After driving Bree home,I take a turn, going to a place I don't want to go to but still do. It's becoming a habit, at first my excuse was finding out who the fucker stalking her really was, because he must be watching her every time if he's that obsessed with her. But then it turned into my obsession too, I admit I was obsessed with her but now that obsession has also spread to a watching her type of obsession. She stands in front of the mirror,I can see the side of her face,she's so beautiful even with messy hair and baggy pajamas. After I'm satisfied with her not being watched,I drive away.

Her voice reaching octaves high, contrasting with turmoil of emotions she felt at the moment. "Zahra, no. You're so precious to me. I love you God Dammit! I love you, your beauty is the most alluring thing about you. I love you! I love you!" He said like a maniac struggling against the ropes as if trying to get her. "Beauty? So that was the standard of your love? You fell for my beauty? But I thought you fell for my heart. Your love is fake. This is not love. This is obsession, pure obsession. You don't love me."

CHAPTER ELEVEN PIERCE * * 'Kai, do you know that I can't stop thinking of wanting to carve off your flesh so I can see what's beneath?' There's no emotion more powerful than obsession, and it starts so slowly that you don't even recognize the patterns, and when you do, it's already too late, you're already enthralled in the darkness and deceit of your own making. It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough.

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

"Yes, you said that you're obsessed with this body." "You shouldn't be shocked; you can feel the effects of that obsession in every moment we spend together. Instead of being rational and dignified as you usually are, I prefer to be an irrational, undignified man when I'm with you. Look at what we're doing on this secluded beach night? A regular picnic? No way! This is a 'picnic plus plus!'" "But I am fat! I am ugly! I am poor! I am not good enough for you! So, how? How could you be obsessed with my body?"