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I punctuate each word with a kiss. “your kisses are addictive.” “What else is addictive?” iu ask her as I kiss her. “your touch, everything about you is addictive. You are like a drug to me. like helium.” “how about I make them even more addictive?” I ask her as I pull her on the bed and we fall on it, her on top of me. She squeals and I laugh, grabbing her by the ear and pulling her up. we start kissing, my hand sweeping off her hair to the side, the other by her waist.

I crossed my arms and looked up at the screaming Hanna. "Maybe that's why your daddy got hooked because mommy had too much lotionmo. Look at my mom. She's always beautiful. And about your boyfriend, I didn't kidnap him. He broke up with you on his own because he wanted to court me. Why? Because I'm better. People always prefer the beautiful and better ones, right?” I said softly and smiled. I close my eyes to the cold and viscosity of the mango juice that was splashed on me. I can feel the cold liquid in my uniform too. As well as in my hair.

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over Bima's untouched bowl again, then to Riska, Lia, and the trembling Kevin. "It means," the man began, his voice still unnervingly calm, "we’ve refined the consumption experience. Eliminated the inefficiencies. Maximized the neural reward pathways." Riska’s hand, which had been pressing against her temple, dropped to the table with a soft thud. "You mean you’ve amplified the addiction," she snapped, her usual analytical calm cracking under the pressure. The man chuckled, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. "Addiction is such a crude term, wouldn't you agree? We prefer 'sustained engagement'."

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

Every time I see her tears, unknowingly I get angry and scold her so badly. May be my gundu think that I was addicted to sex.. Its not true.. I would have did it with others last two years if I was addicted to sex..Gosh !!..Shit !!.. I can't even imagine it with others.. My gundu is only mine.. I'm only hers.. We are one.. I'm addicted to her natural floral scent.. I'm addicted to hear jingling sound of her bangles.. I'm addicted to hear tinkling sound of her anklet.. I'm addicted to her smooth long hair.. I'm addicted to her earlobe which I love to bite and lick it.. I'm addicted to her cute pout.. I'm addicted to her snore.. I'm addicted to touch her love handles.. I'm addicted to hear her

With a deep breath, Sam reached over and pushed the red button, knowing he’d get his satisfaction at last. But it would only be temporary. Mia had wound her way beneath his skin, into his blood, and he ‘d become addicted. This was the sort of addiction that couldn’t be cured overnight. This was the kind of addiction that could destroy a man if Sam let it. He’d have to find a way to break free of her, but when she came through the door, staring at him with those wide, innocent eyes, her skirt barely long enough to cover anything, her shirt unbuttoned just to the lacy top of her bra, he knew this was exactly the sort of addiction that could bring him to his knees.

I stared down at her pensively, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. I was addicted to Simone Justine Livingston. She was my opium—dulling my senses, bringing forth a euphoric rush that I wanted to feel time and time again. Like an addict, I didn’t care what I had to do to achieve my fix—steal, lie, kill—it was all fair game. I licked my bottom lip as I fantasized about the many positions I wanted her in, how she’d gasp my name as I left scorching kisses down her body, how the taste of her would linger on my tongue, and how I’d stick to my promise to ruin her.

He muttered before pulling her close to kiss her madly. Her hands lay flat above his chest and abdomen, sparking the intense hotness he's feeling everytime he wants it. He knows to himself that he's an addict, but not an addict that would go so high from consuming his own drugs but in another way. Addicted to feel pleasure, thinking about banging every woman he wanted, hard and spiced with his violent pleasurable behavior in bed. He's addicted with the smell of new made money. He's addicted to chase the tails of the people who stepped on him. And he wants himself to return.