Obsession Women Novels & Stories

The woman even laughed softly, as if Regan's words meant nothing at all. "Love? Ha ... sure I have too. Regan, I love you so much--" "Are you sure it's love? Isn't it an obsession?" Her eyes now looked bulging. The man's words just now were not wrong. But of course he didn't want to admit it. That woman is so obsessive. She always demands that her life is always perfect and according to her expectations since childhood. In fact, Regan knew that fact very clearly. She knew how crazy the woman who was still standing right in front of him could be when she was obsessive.

But even so, it is also good when everyone packs up and leaves and quiet returns to the house. For a while I was worried that I had developed some type of kinky fetish about pregnant women. But after looking around I realized that my obsession was not pregnant women, just one woman, Colleen. At the time half of the women at the office were pregnant, but they did not appeal to me. It seemed like the only thing I wanted was to fuck my pregnant sister. Each time I did, it only intensified the desire to fuck her again. And, Colleen wanted me as much I wanted her.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

“Wait in line, you slut. They’ve been unavailable the past few days and it turns out it’s all because of you. We’ve been promised a good fuck from them last week but they never called us back on the promised date.” “Be grateful this is all we’ve done. You only get off easily because you’re a freshie. The last time someone hogged all the triplets, we chained them down somewhere for a week. Unfortunately, someone found them and they lived. Barely, I think.” My eyes widened despite the pain in my body. They’re obsessed with the triplets; that much, I’m sure. They’re acting so possessively. What a crazy bunch of women. I didn’t deign a response. I feel like whatever I said will earn their ire,

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

She hoped not. And yet… a thrill coursed through her veins. She had never felt so seen. Her work resonated. People felt her, understood her, even without knowing the woman behind the words. For the first time, she allowed herself to smile, small and careful, letting the heat of quiet triumph bloom in her chest. The women continued, oblivious to the trembling girl in the corner. “…and can you imagine what will happen if she ever reveals herself? People are obsessed already. I’d follow them anywhere,” the other said with a smile.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

I thought fucking her once was going to rid me of my irrational obsession with her but I was so wrong, so so wrong, I wanted her more than ever. I wanted her every night and I wanted to fuck her in all holes. God! I was so fucking obsessed with her. I've always prided myself on being a very rational person but when it comes to Lisa, all my rationale would fly out of the window and I'd be left with only one insatiable need. To bury myself deep inside her. To make her scream and beg. To have her shatter beneath me. Fuck! I was so fucking hard again for the fucking 10th time today and it was barely evening.

“I didn’t think any woman would be able to distract him from his research. But somehow she managed it.” “The magical power of the pussy. Guaranteed to keep even billionaire geniuses from their work.” I snort. “They’re all the same. Obsessed with sex.” “There speaks a woman who isn’t getting any.” “I don’t need a man to satisfy my urges, thank you very much. Battery-powered devices are much less trouble.”