Pervert Addiction Latest Novels & Stories

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

I wanted to shove my cock into something, someone—a woman. “And why do you need them?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. I wasn’t an addict, at least that was what I convinced myself for the past six years I did drugs. I was sent to rehab after nearly dying from an overdose, and that was how I found the new hobby—women.

Eventually, it began to sound almost real. When he realized he could profit from it, he repackaged the story as a secret ritual and began spreading it on purpose. Then he started looking for targets. He specifically went after people who were desperate to change their lives and already willing to believe in supernatural shortcuts. Ryan was exactly the kind of person he wanted. The police later found out that Ryan had been addicted to online gambling for years and had secretly buried himself in debt. With nowhere else to turn, he met that so-called adviser.

"Bullshit! Next time, move your damn asses faster!" And when we heard the footsteps getting farther, he released me and I was right. "YOU AGAIN?!" I yell at the pervert who pulled me. "Don't be delusional. And what are you doing here in this kind of place?" he asked with a serious tone. Rumors have it that there many addicts here. But it’s not his business so I stared at him with one brow raised. "And what about it?! You’re also here," I answered.

I am no means a masochist, I’ve just gotten used to the pain percy provides and for some reason since we were forced back into the same home that pain has been on equal footing with a pleasure so addictive it could make me forget that everything we’ve done is taboo. If he’s right and there is lube, you best believe i will be putting it to good use. Because why the hell not? I have a chance to work this out of my system before i go back to being me. It’s like an abnormal itch i can’t scratch. Weird thing to say but.... why am i even thinking about that while jerking off? Clearly i was right, my hand isn’t working anymore. “Don’t you fucking dare.” i snapped my eyes in the dark to where percy’

Same with the addictive chemical concoctions in the black market. “Did the Supreme Elder give me forbidden drugs?” Devon asked himself in alarm but immediately erased the notion of something that base from happening. An existence like that would never tolerate these vile elixirs. Although it could make one forget their pain and suffering but from that point on, only a downward spiral towards death and ruin awaited those people who cherished its momentary refuge from reality.

He thinks that still holds him in high regard, but the truth is that everyone in the group has voted him out already, and now he has been marked for elimination. When Austin approached me to work for him, I turned him down at first because I never knew that I could ever hurt my family. I didn’t even want them to know about my secrets. I tried to follow in my brother's footsteps, but I always fail, my sex addiction has always been a huge obstacle to me. I don’t even know how it started, but I know I could never break this addiction and I tried so hard to keep it a secret. But somehow, Austin Foster had got his hand on some evidence that proves that I frequent the club to search for unsuspecti

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

He knew exactly what the next step was. **************** Later that night, Veronica was sitting on the couch, devouring an entire bag of Doritos while watching Jeopardy. She felt she could officially say she had the strangest life in the world. One minute she was living with her parents in a shitty apartment working overtime, the next she was under ball and chain of a mob boss. One second she's in Bali, the next she's cleaning brains out of her hair. And now she was in her pajamas watching a game show.

That was the end of his coercing me, and it was after that day that I got to learn about what coercion was all about. Back at the table, I prompted the girl some more to tell us about herself and tell us whatever she knew about Mason. I also asked her to tell us if they had had any previous altercations before today. The girl started by telling us that her name was Cheryl, and that she was an orphan. That struck a cord within me, and I immediately knew that I might have been attracted to her because we shared almost the same horrible background story. We both had had to fend for ourselves, without anyone to support. She continued to tell us how she had been in the streets for quite a while