Stephen King Addiction Novels & Stories

"Fuck!" I cry out as he sucks my clit inside his warm mouth, I feel high. Stephane is a drug that I am addicted to and I didn't even know it. He has worked his way into my brain and has taken permanent residence. Stephane sucks gently at first, I am fisting the sheets, pinching his back, my face is scrunched into a picture of pure ecstasy, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, this feels better than good. Just when I feel like I can't take it any longer, he pauses, giving me the much needed respite, only to dip his tongue into my entrance, lapping at my juices straight from the source, I arch my back as a loud cry is wrenched free from deep within me.

Addictive. But finally, I tried the mysterious step daughter step dad series.

He growled. “No,” I answered. Ken grabbed me by the throat, and held my hands above my head so I couldn’t fight back. He then lifted me off the ground a bit, making it harder to breathe. “What was rule #3 Stephanie?” He huffed. “I-I don’t know,” I stuttered, and gasped for air. Ken’s grip tightened on my throat, and black spots clouded my vision. Where did the good Ken go? “Ken stop,” Kai warned. Kens grip tightened even more, and darkness filled my vision.

I can’t wait to run to my room and talk to my confidant and best friend,Diary. Dear Diary, Today I felt alive.I never quite understood somethings people do that totally put their lives at risk,never desired the fast life.Now I completely understand.Flying though that field,my mind void of every other thing was wondrous.I might actually be getting an adrenaline addiction with just two exposures.Thing is though,I don’t think I would be able to run as fast with nothing to get out of mind.I think I would be ordinary if I was carefree.The I need all my anxiety,insecurities and doubts to push me across the finish line.

“We still have hours left to play with my favorite stepbrother.” Kyle collapsed back, breathing hard, knowing he was completely addicted to his stepsister and her best friend.

As we began to move, I watched Orlando shrink below us—the green lawns, the blue pools, the world I’d always known. Once we leveled off, Richard unbuckled and moved to the seat beside me. Close. Our knees touched. “Better,” he said. “You didn’t have to move.” “I know.” He looked at me. “I wanted to.” We got drinks—sparkling water for me, whiskey for him. We clinked glasses silently. “Tell me about the project,” I said. “The charity thing. Is that real, or just a story for my dad?” “It’s real.” He took a slow sip. “We’re funding an arts program for kids. I want your opinion. Your taste is honest.”

DICE The board members were going on and on about a proposal. They shot two or three questions at me on intervals and I kept my responses as short as possible. For the first time since I officially joined Rex Corp, I was not focused on a business meeting. Just a few hours ago, I had my fingers in a certain blonde's cunt and now I could not get her addictive scent out of my head. I knew this feeling too well. ‘This is how an addiction starts.’ My subconscious alerted me. ‘If the victim gets one taste, he wants more. And more. And more. Until the addiction becomes a basic need.’

~Fiona~ Have you ever been addicted to something before? I have. Not to alcohol or drugs, but to the things I cannot have. The more impossible they are to reach, the deeper the sickness goes. It’s always been that way… an itch beneath my skin that claws at me, refusing to quiet down until I take what I want. It has been exactly four days, six hours, and twelve minutes since my encounter with the Alpha King. He has managed to rot every clean corner of my mind.

I countered, I felt Kai's gaze on me but I didn't spare him a glance "The actions you exhibited wasn't just PTSD related, So I'm asking again, Do you use drugs? I close my eyes as I fist my fingers taking deep breaths "Is he okay" I heard Vanilla ask, breaking my walls "Shut up, Kings" Lizabeth snapped at her Opening my eyes immediately, I shouted "Don't fucking shout on her and Yes, I'm a Drug Addict" "What type of drugs do you use?" Lizabeth asked calmly, like I didn't just confess my addictions

I crossed my legs beneath the table and leaned back in the booth. He caught his tongue between his teeth and studied me for a moment. “A couple of years ago. And before you ask, no, sex isn’t an outlet for some monumental fuck-up in my childhood. I like sex, I had a bit too much, and I got addicted. It works the same way as any addiction. You get one taste, you want more and more, then suddenly you can’t live without it.” His eyes were focused on mine as he said the last sentence. The very same sentence wrapped around me, tightening my chest and ricocheting off every corner of my mind.