How do you feel? I'm itching. It got under my skin. I have a hunger but no food will satisfy! I am starving. I want to be clean and sober, cleansed from this addiction. I head is always in the clouds. I want to think clearly. I don't understand how it happened. It felt good. I suppose too good! It was all so innocent I remember day dreaming about our conve...
Addiction Pt. 03 18+ Listening preparation for the next Hypnotic Addiction Audio “Addiction Pt. 04. This file differs from the many others that I produce, this is a NOT a Hypnosis file, but to prepare and meant to influence how you perceive the longer hypnotic programming file, possibly increase the sexual nature of your experience, meant to be listen to any...
"Who's ready for round three?" the sexiest woman I have ever known asked her two best friends as she secured their blindfold back over my eyes. "Do I have anything to say on my own behalf?" I asked, once again tethered at all four points to our king-size bed and blindfolded as the ladies prepared to ride my tongue and face to their third orgasms of the even...
As best I have been able to tell, my sugar addiction started even before I was born. My mother ate sweets for more than half her caloric intake from my conception until my birth. Things got worse when I was a child. We always had candy and soft drinks around the house, donuts or sweet rolls for breakfast, and intensely sugary desserts like baklava every nig...
Author's notes: The following is a spin-off to the story "F.A.M.S. Addiction and Recovery" and has ties to "Birth Simulation Kit 01: Instructions" and "The Implant Pt. 02" This piece is for reading amusement only. The business, website, products, and requests are all fiction. ***** FAMS (Female Addiction to Masturbation in Secret) is an incredibly seriou...
Author's notes: This chapter is considerably longer than the last story, and features more than one scene. Don't be afraid to take a break and come back, even mid-scene, because the last one gets a little... wild. You also needn't be shy about giving me your honest commentary! I'm not certain this is my best work, and it can get a tad confusing, but I wouldn...
****(This story has no one under the age of eighteen years old)**** * At twenty-two years of age, I was bored; which is never a good thing for someone like me to be. I went through every book I bought and checked out from the library; all young adult fiction. I couldn't trust myself to read normal romances or anything with adult content. It would turn me o...
"Blonde fucking English girls with ghetto names..." It's a line from out of a Brian Transeau track. Yeah but that's the present world. People inspired by black music gave their kids names that went with the music they either fucked to or were fucked out of their mind dancing to until endless hours. And then the kids became DJ's too. Cherise was English, l...
Five years ago I was a happy little stoner chick. I styled hair and did make-up for a living. Most of my friends were gay men I worked with and I felt safe. I got high when I felt like it and was promiscuous with both sexes; never caring about having a future with anyone. Then I met Cody. I can't remember when we first saw each other, just that he took over...
As she did every year, Ivory found the long march south arduous. She was fatigued and shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Winter had arrived early. Although the snow was powdery, it was settling and had become ever more difficult to trudge through. A journey such as this would be tiring in any season, but was even more so when confronted by snowy gales an...