Perfection Addiction Movie Novels & Stories

Christ, it's even better than I thought it would be...It's perfection, and it's mine. Only mine. I grunt as I bury my inches. The warmth, the softness, the smoothness and perfection consumes me, and I almost blow my load right then and there. I have to clench my teeth along with every other muscle in my body to stop myself from coming. She has no fucking idea what she's doing to me. The perfection she possesses.

I miss the way I fit so perfectly inside her, like we were two broken pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place. We are fucking perfect together. And sooner or later, she’s going to stop fighting it. She needs to stop holding back and start accepting it, because I know she feels it. I know she’s just as addicted to me as I am to her. A sharp knock at the door shattered my concentration. I looked down at my lap; I was sporting a full-blown hard-on just from the thoughts running through my head. ‘That’s what you do to me, Barbie. You ruin me without even trying.’

eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about her flawless skin, there was not a single blemish on her body, she looked fucking unreal. And one thing I just couldn't get the fuck out of my mind was her taste. Now, that I know what she tastes like, I'm not sure how I will get rid of this fucking addiction. The most fucked up thing about addiction is when you realize that you are fucking addicted to something, whether it's alcohol or women, you say to yourself "This is my last drink."

“Tell the world you’re addicted to being watched while we ruin you.” Sophia, mascara running, face covered in drool and cum, looked straight into the camera with completely broken eyes and sobbed: “I’m addicted… I need thousands of people watching while my holes get destroyed… please keep using me… I’m nothing but a live fucktoy…” The final climax was devastating.

It was bittersweet, and my heart broke all over again when I pulled away. He stood, staring at me, his eyes burning a heartbroken hole into my back. I walked to the door, every part of me hurting, my soul being ripped to shreds by my own words, and opened it. “I don’t want fucking perfect. I want you. Just you.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered one last time before stepping through the doorway. Walking away from pain into pain. Because that was addiction. A never-ending circle of pain and devastation. If you have the object you crave, you hurt.

With conviction, Freya added, “This is a story of a perfectionist woman who searched the ends of the world to find love, only to find it right under her nose!” Geneva's eyes widened. “Are you admitting to being in love?” “Hahahahahahahahahaha!” Geneva laughed without restraint. A little part of Freya wanted to reprimand her assistant, but before that, she wondered, ‘Was I already in love? Was it possible to fall in love with someone in just a few days? Isn’t this going too fast?’ Inner Devil: ‘Ma’am. He’s a limited-edition, six-foot Greek god with an IQ and abs. Of course, you’re in love.’

' And you just wanted to say, 'bitch, shut up,' while you're panting after ten minutes of brisk walking. It just wasn't for her. Good intentions failed at the sight of so much perfection. She needed a small place where it didn't seem that people were there for the purpose of making a hook-up. She could deal with a handful of perfect people, but not fifty of them.

"Don't you fucking resist me again. It's clear we both can't." The amount of guilt cascading over me right then was one I didn't wish to weigh, for it only made me more hypocritical than I already was. Just earlier, I had sworn never to repeat this action, but it was clear now that it had become an addiction. Before Kai, I faked a bright smile. "Right." My conscience ate me alive, but not enough to stop me from checking out his soft bulge as he pulled up his pants. How could a man be so perfect? How could I have chosen the wrong person to be addicted to? How had we even become like this?

I said, my voice shaking with anger. Feeling overwhelmed, I started walking toward the door, desperate to get away. But then a thought hit me. “You say you want a perfect life with someone else? After treating me like this, do you really think I’ll ever trust another guy? Let me remind you—perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws. Imperfections are what make us human. You’re chasing something you’ll never have, Marco. You’re not perfect, and you never will be. No one is. Think about that.”

Maybe if we were still together, he wouldn't have been thinking of something like that", I thought as I left to give the weekly attendance to my assistant. I headed back as I saw Abigael head bent, her earpiece placed in both ears. I glanced at the video she was watching, my eyes almost popping out of its place. On the screen was the title of the movie 'Addicted to you". I saw as the older guy tried to force the young guy into having sex with him. The other guy tried his best to stop him but the young guy dominated him, making him give in. I felt my eyes blurry as I held the chair which startled Abigael as she paused the movie and removed the earpiece turning to see me. " Sorry to startle yo