Romans & histoires Addicted

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

And there is never an option to return- you can only move forward, willingly or not. Addiction is not just a disease. It is a mentality that latches unto an individual for as long as is possible, unwilling to let go. Like a leech, it is never satisfied- its tentacles are buried deep within the crevices of the mind, with only one word on repeat- more. Addiction turns you into your worst enemy, your bane, and the architect of your own misfortune. It demands control and seizes it by force. And until it is satisfied, you will know no peace- confined to your psychological hell.

She exhaled shakily, already aching for it. Already addicted. And so was he.

And I loved every second of it. In the days that followed, I couldn't stop thinking about that night, about the feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly used. I touched myself, remembering the feel of their hands on my skin, their cocks inside me, their cum on my body. I knew, without a doubt, that I was addicted. Addicted to the feeling of being stretched and filled, to the pleasure and pain of being used like a toy. I was addicted to cock, and I knew that I would never be the same again.

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

Brayden raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant. “No? Well one can be addicted to love or the idea of it. I could have let go of Chad long ago. I was addicted to the misery and the fact that if I felt something I hadn’t wasted all that time and at least I gave my heart even if it was broken in the end. I was addicted to be broken hearted. Maybe it’s not as destructive as gambling or drinking or drugs or something but it definitely crippled my life for two years.”

"That my point dear husband...you will get yourself killed if you continue like this!" He left his grip and turned his back on her. "It's not something I usually do Elle.... it's like an addiction which I hate with all my being. I hate being dependent on them whenever I am in stress...I hate it but can't help it" "Since when?" "I was addicted to it for a year or so when I was a teenager. Then I left it....and now a few days back....I was so stressed ...I don't know...I just...."

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.

“Fine. But I am not leaving.” Later that night, Dr. Adrian sat alone in his office. The lamp cast shadows across the room, highlighting the deep lines carved into his face. He pulled a small amber bottle from his desk, shaking two pills into his palm before swallowing them dry. His hands trembled faintly, the weight of years pressing hard. For a long moment, he sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow. Katherine… I am still keeping her safe. I will not fail.