Simply Addictive Novels & Stories

They paid double when we kissed and swapped their cum between our mouths. Back home, the addiction consumed us completely. We loved it. The soreness between our legs after a long night, the sticky feeling of dried cum on our skin, the way our pussies throbbed with memories of being stretched and used. “We’re addicted, baby,” Mom moaned one night as she ground her clit against mine after a particularly brutal session with four clients. “And I fucking love it. Your dad’s death left me empty. You filled me with this… this fire.”

However, thinking back, when she first got to know him, she tried various ways to tempt him, yet he stopped before the final step. Just as Carol reflected on this, Titus lifted her face and pressed their foreheads together. He said with a husky voice, “Experience has shown that once you try it, it does become addictive.” Looking at the strange emotions in his eyes, Carol immediately understood what he was thinking. However, she still boldly asked, “If it’s addictive, why do you still want to do it?”

Suddenly Aurora stopped, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed at the man standing before her. He was tall and muscular, his broad chest and arms marked by defined veins that made him appear almost otherworldly. His short hair framed a rugged face, and a thick beard only added to his raw, masculine allure. But it was his eyes—those eyes—that held a dangerous glint, sending a chill down her spine. Despite this, her heart raced with anticipation. Words tumbled from her lips in a whisper: “Mate.”

“I told you. Now it’s your turn.” I pushed his arm away and spun out of his grasp, once again running my fingers through my hair as I struggled to put the words together in a sentence that was so simple. “What is the problem, Brenda?” I stopped and close my eyes. “You’re addicted to sex”—I opened them again—“and I’m addicted to love.” He stopped. Freeze. His eyes widened a tiny amount. Enough that I noticed it. “I’m addicted to love and people. I get addicted to the sounds of people’s voices and the touches of their hands. I get addicted to their habits, their quirks. I am in love with love.”

Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/ The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. ___________________________________________________________________________ 9 / 7 / 2021 Addiction…. We all have some type of addiction in this world ; from drugs to harmless addictions to bowl of noodles , nevertheless they are addictions. Some are much more serve than others , and… the wonderful thing is that it is visible to any passerby. I say it is wonderful because the person gains support – an alcoholic will gain support from passerby or family members while be vomits up his breakfast. They support them , they identify the person’s addiction and pushes them to get treatment.

Made him go crazy. Her beautiful face and those black eyes with a hint of peach blossom were cold and sharp but also hid a lot of secrets behind those big cat like eyes. She was always alert and always hot as hell. "Fuck it. I need her and I will soon make you mine dear wifey. I will make you mine and crush you under me every night. Make you beg for mercy but never give it to You."

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

I could sit here all day, all week, and still not get enough. And yeah, maybe it feels like an addiction, the way my chest loosens when she walks in, the way I hold my breath without realizing until she glances up. Addictions are supposed to be bad. Poison, even. But this doesn’t feel bad. This feels like this is the only thing in my life that’s simple. Content with the game we’re both playing but pretending not to. Because if this is an addiction, it’s one I’m not ready to quit. Yet.

My heart gave a traitorous skip as the memory of him flashed through my mind. Her eyes widened. I leaned in, our shoulders touching, my voice barely a whisper. “Lu… be honest with me.” I glanced toward the stairs before looking back at her. “Is it normal for it to feel this… addictive?” Lucia didn’t just look shocked; she looked like I’d just told her the sun was rising in the west. Her mouth hung open as she searched my face. “What do you mean, addictive?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, the embarrassment fighting with a sudden, giddy rush of happiness. It felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it out loud. “It’s like a drug. It just feels so good.”

"No…… it's just..." "It's just what? Biology? Instinct?" He began to move his fingers, a slow, torturous friction that hit every nerve ending I had. He wasn't being gentle. He was being thorough, humbling me with the sheer intensity of the sensation. "You're addicted to this. You're addicted to me. You can try to destroy me, you can try to find your little secrets, but at the end of the night, this is where you'll always end up."