Perfection Addiction Novels & Stories

" I lied. I didn't tell him that in that moment under the chandelier, what I actually thought was, 'What a shame. I haven’t even had the chance to enjoy life yet.' Sure enough, Ethan’s head dropped, overcome with shame. Convinced he loved me, he drowned in regret for everything he had done. I soothed him gently, "The past was over, and we should part on good terms." Nevertheless, Ethan clung desperately to the idea of keeping me. He dragged his injured leg just to buy me my favorite chicken pot pie. However, my long-time habit of eating too fast left me with a painful ulcer in my mouth. He brought me a bright yellow designer purse in the shade I’d once adored. Now, just the sight of it sent

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.’

This time, she pushed her shame aside, and barely even hesitated, before she said the words out loud: - "I.. I want more. Visit me again tonight, please? I beg you. I am your little pee slut.. I'll always be your little pee slut.." The embarrassment hit her like a heavy blow to the gut. But there was no going back now, she thought. Her heart was still racing. She couldn't help but squirm a little, as she realized this was now a very real addiction. One that could never be cured. One she wanted to pursue. A feeling of euphoria washed over her entire being. She could barely contain her excitement, knowing the demon would come back again tonight. The tears continually flowing down her face were

"I am in the process of perfecting the recipe to a drug that will give the high without the addiction." "Wait...What?"

Xavion said like a possessed man. "If this girl is not her then you are playing with her... Look at yourself, xavion... You are so obsessed over her that you are trying to mould her brain according to you. You are playing with her mind. You are trying to create a good perfect image in front of her so she won't go against you..." Xavion glared at him as Aron threw the reality on his face. "And I am afraid that your this games will make her do which you might regret..."

Why does everything have to be so hard when I finally take the matters into my own hands? I reach the apartment in 15 minutes and as soon as I step foot in my bedroom I break down. I hate myself for coming to New York, I hate myself for befriending Grecia, I hate myself for every single decision that I had taken, heck I hate myself for being born now. It is just too much to go through in just one year of life.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

It fueled the fire within me to break him, to dismantle his resistance piece by agonizing piece, and then to remold him into the perfect image of my desire: a submissive possession, utterly devoted and compliant. I swear, I felt like I'd stumbled upon some potent, addictive drug. Tristan was that drug, an intoxicating addiction that sunk its claws into me the moment I first tasted him. I already bedded countless men and women, each encounter a fleeting amusement, a temporary distraction. None of them had even come close to igniting the fire that Tristan had unleashed within me.

, he urged as his voice shook. "You're......", I gulped. A smile of expectation appeared on his face. "You're my worst addiction, Abraham", I confessed. "Someone who destroys me gradually still gives me the peace I want. And I can't help consuming you enough, I can't stop myself let you consume me", my eyes burnt as he joined his forehead with mine.

She rubbed her foot in slow, circular motions, massaging me, teasing me right there in front of God and everyone. My cock throbbed, swelling rapidly, straining against the denim. The danger of it—the sheer, reckless insanity of getting jerked off by my cousin's foot while my mother sat two feet away—was fueling my addiction like gasoline on a fire. My mind screamed stop, but my body was screaming more. "I think it takes a very strong man to know what he wants and deny himself," Mira continued, taking a bite of a strawberry. She licked a drop of juice from her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. "But eventually, everyone breaks. Don't you think?"