Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

My noose says it and it's the purest truth. “I just don't want to see you sick, eating sweets every day isn't good, you're not exercising and sweets are addictive, some people say no, but I know it's addictive, when you see it you're already eating sweets every day and You don’t even realize it, so don’t eat junk food in the cafeteria, fried food every day is also bad, I don’t want to be the annoying one, but I already told you that our babies will be healthy, so try to stop this stuff of stuffing yourself with food.” I don't want to seem boring, maybe I already am, but Oliver is like a child, in these months I've eaten really well, and so has he, but this last week he's been like a runaway

The subordinate quickly took MIke and her wheelchair out of Richard's room. All the dealings with MIke gave Richard a headache. Too much drama with MIke, Richard thought. He needed something sweet to ease his headache. Richard was not a fan of sweet foods at first, in fact, he did not like sweet foods, you could say Richard avoided eating such foods. But ever since he was with Anna the sweet food lover, he fell in love with the taste.

the girl talked too much, he didn't feel like being with someone who talked too much and much less with her, he would love for his wife to be the one to offer him that invitation, besides it was not true that he did not like sweets, well he didn't like it, but now he does, for the simple fact that his wife likes things full of sugar, so he now had that fascination beacuase knowing that every time he tried those things full of sugar, it would cause a big smile to his beautiful redhead, with that it was more than satisfactory.

It was the second time that she was fucked, and indeed, as Justin said, it was sweeter and more pleasurable than the first one. It was because the pain was gone and all that was left was immeasurable pleasure. “Aaaaaah, ooooooh, FUCK ME . . . harder, harder please,” she begged, crying out for Justin

Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder. Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories. Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO. All smiling and flaunting their wealth. There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years. Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.

The sweet fragrance coming from a bowl of creamy fruit salad was totally appetizing. It was said that sugar the best cure for sadness and Audrey was about to see if it’d work in her case. She ordered a lot of desserts instead of a course meal for lunch and planned to fill her system- not just her stomach, with sweets.

Life was truly too cruel toward Hayden. Does this mean today is a not-so-good day? Hayden's brows furrowed, and he pressed his lips together. Hayden's habit of eating something sweet in the morning had always had a special meaning: sweetness and happiness accompanying Hayden until evening. Unfortunately, due to Hayden's high sugar intake, Hayden would have to desist from this craving and forsake this habit. Hayden ruffled his hair and grumbled while trudging toward the fruit section instead. At least there are sweet fruits to help Hayden with a positive day. Hmph!

And the flavor once again exploded in his bud. It was unlike anything he ever tasted. The flavor as well as the taste was good. And he found out he needed this. The sweetness. It was all he needed after successive days of taking bitter hard drugs. "If you want, I'll make some for you every day." Her soft voice came from his side and he looked up and found her smiling. That would be great. Kendrick smiled back. However, as much as he hated the bitter drugs, he'd rather not have his stomach filled with sugar. It was more detrimental to his health.

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.