Sweet Addiction J Daniels Novels & Stories

If Sadie caught wind of my tryouts before my first homework assignment, shit would hit the fan. “Yeah, you keep saying that,” I remind her, licking Cheeto dust from my fingers. Chips aren’t the only thing we’d snagged from the dining hall. Cookies, pastries, crackers, and an assortment of other junk food currently litter my bed. Sadie never allowed it in the house, so it’s safe to say I’ve been binging on crap food the last hour or so with no regrets. “The guy we talked to was hot,” Tara muses, snapping her magazine shut to turn and look at me, wiggling her dark eyebrows. “Danny, right? I’d fuck him.”

“I brought snacks.” “In class?” I raised an eyebrow. He dug into his hoodie pocket like it was a vending machine. “Desperate times, my friend.” He handed me a mini chocolate bar like it was a peace offering. “Take it. You look like your soul needs sugar.” I took it with a small nod and unwrapped it slowly. The first bite didn’t fix anything, but the sweetness grounded me. Like, okay still breathing. Then, Daniel’s voice filled the room. Smooth. Calm. Professional, maybe like doctors when they want to break down a terrible news.

I forced myself to speak, my voice gruff. “How soon can we start?” Santiago chuckled, leaning back in satisfaction. “I knew you’d like it.” Around the table, the other crime bosses murmured in interest. Nikolai leaned forward, intrigued. “Is the effect immediate for everyone?” “Yes,” Santiago said. “And the best part? The craving stays. The withdrawal is brutal, which means our customers will pay anything for another dose.” Rodger scratched his chin. “You said it increases pleasure?” Santiago nodded. “Every sensation is heightened.”

The bittersweet taste of latte makes her mood better with the lines on the report. Spring Clinton, 24 years old. Employed at a small but growing marketing firm, barely scraping by. A history of substance abuse. Several failed rehab attempts. Friends that are enablers. A secret life she keeps hidden from her colleagues and supervisors. Living with her boyfriend - Freddie, 28, drug-addict and unemployed. and his sister - Fanny. Dawn closes the folder, letting out a slow, meaningful breath. This is exactly what she needed. She didn't know that Spring would destroy her life like this.

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

” Well you see Ares, I heard there’s a new club that opened and I would really like my best friend / wingman to join me” he replied, I gave him a look that screamed are you fucking serious and he just chuckled as he stood up and walked towards me. “you do know it’s a weekday right and I have a company to run” I continued and he just looked at me like I was crazy “bro you are fucken 24 not 40 years old, stop acting like your father now” he said sighing. I closed my laptop as I woke up from my seat “I can’t go to work tomorrow with a hangover Maddox” I replied and he just stood there smiling “I promise you won’t get too drunk and plus there’s going to be hot girls there and I really need to ge

WARNING; matured content! ★JENNIE★ When burning desires surpass the moral self-esteem we have clung onto is when we decide to let ourselves go. I didn't know I was capable of following my guts until it was my only choice upon the lost will to hold on to the so-called principles-same principles that have amounted to nothing but heartbreak and mysteries.

"Jerry, bro. You gotta get some of this. Danni's cunt is as sweet as maple syrup, and she's begging you to take a taste, first hand." "No shit?" "No shit man. Sweet and wet and begging for it! You gotta make Danni squirm on your tongue."

I gave her my deadly smile, making her blush, and quickly gave Megan a glass of champagne. Ah...works every time. "So, now that she's gone I want my kisses baby. I need to keep my mind of off my dick." "So...girlfriend huh?" She asked the inevitable. "Uh yeah..why? Look, I was going to talk to you, I'm quitting my contract for the sugar thing. I'm good with money, we're done with Dimitri. I don't need that much. But I still want you, Shit...baby please just think about it. I don't feel comfortable with all that money. I just came to you, cause I really missed you. And I thought we're doing the love thing?"