Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

If the idea of the men who should have protected you instead holding you down and taking what they want still makes you flinch, close this now. Find something softer. But if your body already answers—if a stepfather’s hand on your throat, an uncle’s cock splitting you open, a stepbrother’s weight pinning you makes you wet—then stay. The first stories are about girls. Innocent. Mouthy. Curious. Already wet and pretending they aren’t. Stepfathers who stop pretending when the house goes quiet. Uncles who watched too long. Stepbrothers who lock the door and force every inch while she stays silent. Fathers-in-law. Dad’s friends. Men who raised them, who should have looked away, who instead tel

As he became more invested in the sugar, it somehow reminded him of Elsie. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, kind, and hardworking. Yet, he could not have her, just like the cube of sugar. His life was empty of sweetness, of her sweetness. Aiden had suffered from type 2 diabetes since a young age and had to be placed on a strict diet. Like the sugar, he had been avoiding her all week. It was safer that way. He crushed the cube between his fingers and threw it into the ashtray. Wiping his fingers, he smoothed out his grey tie with a frosty look in his eyes. It was almost time for his next meeting.

"So good. Never tasted anything…so sweet. Addicted…already…" Yes. Addicted. He was a drug. Her drug, and she doubted there was a cure. With her painkillers, she’d had to stop using cold and flat. The withdrawals had been nightmarish. Yet she knew with sudden, shocking clarity that those would not compare to what she’d experience without James. He replaced the hand on her breast with his mouth, flicking his white-hot tongue over her nipple, shooting more of those gratifying lances through her. He didn’t bite, though, not again.

Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.

Carissa knew all too well the excruciating pain of broken bones, having experienced it in her youth. Even with pain-relieving decoctions or acupuncture treatment, the agony remained sharp and penetrating. Carissa felt her heart break as she asked, "What about the addictive drugs he was using before? Is that still a serious issue?" Sebastian replied, "The drug he was taking is called Peony Bliss. It is indeed addictive, but considering his current condition, he seems to be managing well. Did he experience any discomfort during the journey back to the capital?"

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 type that milks the sweetest vanilla… When they slurp on it, they drink to a stupor till they crave you every damn time. Little wonder why sugar is addictive? Too addictive that they damn the consequences; diabetes. Good. Own the best pussy and the last step, brag about it, just like I am now. Have it spread out wide on your mattress, finger it so well, have it purr on your bed sheet so that when he comes, it's your essence he sees and sniffs. The best perfume isn't Dior or Fenty, it's your pussy juice. Burst that slutty hole like a bitch!

I mean a proper touch because I've been fucked by guys, but it was all about their pleasure rather than mine, especially since I whore out my body just to make enough cash and keep up with my luxurious lifestyle. Funnily, they keep coming back for more. The words are that sex with me is amazing, that my body is addictive. I know why, though. Having grown up on a farm where things like sex-inducing drugs are made, I know exactly the mixture I'll drink and heighten the sweetness of my pussy. I call those mixtures— pussy sweetener, and only I know the concoction I mix together. That's one hack I'm never going to share with anyone, not even my best friend.

She seemed forgot the name who's she will give this greasy things from the beginning, it's just that she has kept on continuous squeezing of the brain cells yet there is no memory at all. For her she has to add a lot of sugar from time to time. While trying to get the memory she would like to have. As she can't hang glucose every day that is because she is having a blood sugar since young, and the sisters are always have candies in their bodies to give her the supplement the body. Having to eat and liking to eat are two concepts. Even if you like it a little, you will get bored if you keep eating. She like sweets, but not everyday,it is very boring and making her feel bad.

Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.