روايات وقصص ضمن Sweet Addiction J Daniels

(cuppy) Albert said "hii cupcake what are you doing??" Sriste said happily "hey dumpling..i am just done packing..i have to leave in night u know...we have e tour from our department" Albert said sadly "i know..i miss you cupcake...i love you " Sriste smiled and teasingly said "i know that already" Albert whinned and said "hey reply my love ..??" Sriste laughed and said " he he ..i love you tooo dumpling...now i have to dress up "

Kissed him quickly and silent, then I left, satisfied once again. Drove home with his cum leaking from both places. Concert sweat still in my hair. Balcony salt on my skin. Next morning Sarah texted. *Wine tonight? My place. Jonah’s out late again.* I stared at the message, and typed back. *Can’t wait* Guilt was a whisper now. Addiction was the scream.

I order two whiskeys from the bartender, and when he hands them to us, Susan locks eyes with me. ​"A toast to all this shit surrounding us!" ​"Cheers," I second, and we down the amber liquid in one gulp. ​"Damn!" we say in unison. Then we laugh like fools. ​"I want to know what she’s doing working for him, dammit!" Susan startles me. She wasn't just talking anymore; she was growling the words, her fists tightly clenched. "Uncle Dylan had to leave when we all needed each other most; he went with my grandparents. I didn't sink because of you..." She turns to look at me, tears pooling in her eyes. "You appeared in my life and helped me more than you can imagine, and by doing so, you helped my f

Just that moment. “What are you, Susan?” Dmitry whispered, waiting for some answer, but the one she had wouldn’t please him. “You dismantle me as if it were simple. As if I hadn’t spent my entire life controlling every damn impulse.” She swallowed hard, feeling her body tremble. “I didn’t… I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you like this…” “Too late.” His voice came out like a trapped growl. “You got me addicted. You made me sick just from smelling you. I feel your absence on my skin.”

Feeling like his head was about to explode, Ryan staggered back to his desk, pulled out a drawer and picked up a white small bottle. He uncapped it, poured out two pills from the container into his palm and threw them quickly into his mouth. He grabbed a bottle of water from his desk and gulped down the content. His phone began to vibrate from his pocket and he fished it out. He scoffed on seeing the caller ID and for a moment, he contemplated on rejecting the call. On another thought, he went for the green sign as the line got connected. "It's nice knowing you still have my number, Marcela or should I say... Mother?"

Just like earlier whilst heading to this university, I couldn't even concentrate on the road whilst she was in the car. Fuck!, she is intoxicating, she has become our drug and we have taken the drug so deep that we don't even know when we became addicted to it, damn. As my shaft thrusts in and out of her, it would always throb with excitement showing how intense pleasure I was getting and I was a few seconds away every time from cumming. She is so sweet, too damn sweet. And where this is heading to if she ever says she doesn't want it again I swear we would lock her up in a hidden room and pleasure her for our whole life and no one else.

*********************************************** ***WARNING*** Slight Sexy Times Jada Wilson Jada sat there on this lush comfy white couch and drooled at his body frame in his position, how he had slightly turned to answer Daniel. Goddess, it was the outline of his crotch, and damn, he just became ten times more desirable and hotter in Jada's beautiful grey eyes. She squeezed her thighs together again and licked her lips. "Ok, bummer, oh well," in response to his dad informing him that his sister Daniela was not home. Turning to Jada and snapping her out of her fantasy-filled thoughts, Daniel said, "Hey, Jada, what would you like to drink? Looks like it's just you and me."

He was like an obedient puppy following me. "If you're hungry we can eat somewhere else," he suggested and he was now walking next to me. I stopped walking and turned to him. He halted too. "Oh I'm sorry I almost forgot that you're not used to eating convenience store food but I am not in the mood for fine dining. I've been craving for some hotdog sandwich for days now. You can always go and leave me. I can take a taxi." "NO! I will come with you and I will drive you home!" he rasped.