Obsession Women Novelas e Histórias

Her eyes widened in shock, as if she never expected the heroine of this scene to bow to her. “You may leave,” Dorian’s voice came from behind me. Commanding. Final. He did not even need to turn. The girl left at once, like she had received a sacred order that could not be questioned. Then another employee appeared, dressed in a sharp black suit, her hair pulled tightly back. Her features were serious, like someone running a private kingdom. A question slipped into my mind. Why were there no male employees? Only women. All women. She seemed to be the store manager. Her clothes alone set her apart.

“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...”

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

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?

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

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.

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

And in her presence, those desires turn dangerous, violent. Now, I understand why Jaxon paid heavily to keep her, why he will stop at nothing to get her back. I would too, if I owned a woman who stoked the fires of obsession inside me. A woman who sent a wave of possessiveness through me that borders on madness. Unfortunately, I've been mad a long time. Fully diagnosed.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

She would never let me touch her like that. She was just trying to keep herself distracted and nothing else. "We should go now. Selena. It's getting too late." "Why?? I wanna dance more and want to drink more." "I will get you more drinks in the room. " "Promise??" "Yeah, I promise. " "But there won't be any fun like here." "I will make it fun I promise." "No, You won't. You are so boring. Why are you handsome and hot and Sexy when you can't be kind to me?? Why do you control me all the time?? Can't you just let me do what I want?? Just for once??"