Novel & Cerita Sweet Addiction

Without a second thought, I downed the shot swiftly, signaling for another without the customary lemon—what bitterness could match that of my shattered heart? As the bartender set down the fresh shot, I tossed it back in quick succession. My requests grew incessant, each shot fueling a sense of haziness until I felt the edges of intoxication. "Waiter, one more, please," I murmured, my vision growing blurred. The bartender, sensing my inebriation, shook his head before reaching for the glass. Just as he made a move to retrieve it, a man's hand intercepted, drinking the shot unabashedly.

His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I clarify. "Coca-Cola! You know,the heavenly fizzy happiness in a bottle?" Even I can feel the lovesick glaze begining to cover my eyes as I continue."The sweet, beautiful life giving energy booster that makes the world a better place" Okay maybe that was a bit much but bloody hell I haven't gone ten minutes after waking up without a cold crisp coca-cola in like.....man in like forever really. Maybe I am sort of a junkie..... "Most certainly you are.If I am remembering the information correctly,that beverage contains an abhorrent amount of sugar and caffeine,both of which are highly addictive.How typically human of you.Yo

he asked, his voice straining as he did. “But you lied to me,” I whispered as tears rolled down my face, I didn't understand what was going on, the man in front of me was so perfect, he was everything I had dreamed of, everything I wanted but the man I heard over the phone wanted to kill someone, how could they be the same person? “I swear Sweetness, I didn't mean to lie,” he said as he started moving, his eyes half open, he was so drunk in pleasure and it felt so good to make him this addicted.

' she made it clear, she didn't still understand this unhealthy crave. 'because it's easier. It's easier to forget. To drown all those feelings' 'for some people, it's drugs, heroine-' 'or sexual addiction, or therapy. Or -we all have what will keep us going and...' 'and?' she echoed. 'for me, it's food' 'and now, you have to hold up the deal-' he reminded her, anxiously, as he pulled open the fridge door, the fridge that still had the sticker attached to it.

“I won’t get in the way of your work. Come back soon, I can’t fall asleep without you. I’m hanging up soon, bye dear.” Her continuous sweet tone and words made him feel refreshed. In the past, he hated sweet things. Even his coffee was the most bitter, most concentrated coffee available on the market worldwide. And now, he didn’t realize when it had started but he drank his coffee with a cube of sugar. He found that the fragrant coffee tasted particularly delicious when it was laced with a hint of sweetness.

It was like a thirst that needed to be relinquished. My hand moved on their own finding the sweet spot between my legs. My grandfather forbade me from pleasuring myself, he said it was a sin to indulge in such temptations. That it would make me impure. But I couldn’t contain it anymore, I had to or else I might go crazy.

He nodded, but his eyes held a spark of something dangerous—maybe he'd want more, become a complication. As I slipped back home later, cum trickling down my thighs under my dress, I smiled to myself. Richard and Jake would be home soon, none the wiser. But the risk, the betrayal—it fueled my fire. Next, perhaps I'd invite Harlan over when they were out, or tease them into another family session while hiding this secret. My cravings never ended; they only grew.

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?"

says the doctor. “ More?”,Jean can't help himself. “ Jean, please!”, asks Adam, losing a little patience,” Go ahead, Doctor.” “ I'll refer you to a psychiatrist, so that he can prescribe a drug to help with the withdrawal symptoms. And it would also be good to have some security guards, Adam. Maybe a private driver as well. You never know who the people are who facilitated the drugs for her. And if they did that to her, what might come next…”

he muttered dangerously as he pulled out a cigarette. Smoke.