Sinful Addiction Novels & Stories

We came together, then switched, then scissored with the machines still running beside us for background stimulation. The addiction only deepened. Days with clients fed our hunger for real cock and the thrill of being paid fortunes to be filthy. Quiet days let us indulge in pure, selfish pleasure with each other and our growing collection of toys. We were never bored. Never satisfied for long. Our pussies stayed constantly ready—smooth, juicy, and aching to be filled. One evening after a particularly lucrative gangbang with seven executives, we lay in bed counting another enormous payout. Mom kissed my forehead and whispered, “I adopted the perfect daughter. Look at us now. Rich. Free. Addic

This twisted, disgusting addiction to my priest stepfather’s cock was consuming me completely. But the real danger was only beginning. Next time, the entire congregation might witness just how far our sin had gone…

Grace nodded. Because she was addicted. To him. To this. To being the dirty secret of a man of God. And she had no idea how to stop. Even if she wanted to. Which she didn't. God forgive her.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

“I’m such a disgusting whore… and I can’t stop.” She was completely addicted. And the worst part? She wasn’t even sorry anymore.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

I don't know if it's due to our poor communication or if my love for him is just escaping the window. Chase and I have come along, and the last thing I want to do to him is cheat on him, but it seems I don't have a choice. All this guilt is killing me day by day, but still, I can't stop. I have become so attached to my coach lately, and it all started after that single night we spent together, and I'm sure tonight will form a steal for my addiction to him. "What's wrong with me?"

This woman had made me do lots of wild things. "You're getting hard," she exclaimed, her excitement contagious as I glanced down to find the undeniable evidence straining against my pants. How can I not get hard, I was thinking of her, her soft wetness wrapped around me. Gosh, I'm losing it. I looked at her with a smile and the excitement and glow in her eyes made me chuckle. She's the only woman I've met who gets super excited when I'm rock-hard. I'm a sex addict, not even my late wife could meet up with my crazy sexual desire. I loved her but I respected her wish. Many women would run away from me because of how dark my sexual desire runs but Red... Hehehe... What do I say about her?

When they failed to keep up with her- and they would, as a matter of fact, fail to satisfy her, seeing as she’d been intimate with a Sin not once, but several times- she turned to drugs to help her cope with the heart-wrenching pain she felt. Soon enough, rumors began spreading. It seemed unbelievable at first, but several leaked videos gave credence to the formerly baseless claims. Concerned friends and family reached out to her, but it was too late. Apart from the fact that she’d shut everyone but the males she had sex without, she was too far gone to be helped. She’d been tainted by a Sin, and there is usually no going back from that.

She even eats weird combined meals, like pickles and peanut butter and chips with chocolate, ketchup and pepper sauce. Having a pregnant girlfriend, well fiancé is a b*tch. It is moments like these that I regret having a penaynay. From this moment on, I swear I am never doing the dirty again. Next five seconds What am I saying, I need that shit. That is like the beat to my heart. Damn, I need counselling. I am definitely addicted to that thing. S*x I mean. But I cannot help it though. A man has to do, what a man has to feel.