One Shot Archive

Addiction 1

Elektra's P.O.V

I always knew that there was something wrong with me. I had an addictive personality, anything that made me feel good became my addiction. So I stayed away from all things negative and tried to only do things that would benefit me in the long run.

For the longest time, I was on the right track. That is until I turned 15 and discovered an orgasm from my very own hands.

I soon after found my addiction to reading sexy novels just to get my fix. The night always ends with soaked panties and wet thighs.

I had the pleasure of taking my own virginity with a, probably too large dildo I'd bought shamelessly from Spencer's with a smile on my face.

When I tried it out with another human being at 17, I was left utterly disappointed. He fed me pretty little lies just to get in between my thighs and I shamelessly ate that bullshit up and let him in.

Now being led on sucked balls, but I think I was more upset about the shitty sex. I had toys bigger than him that made me cum in seconds but he had the nerve to try and ghost me after? I think I would have been fine had I had the pleasure of climax, but no, 3 measly minutes into it he got his, rolled over, and said it was great. He went on about how magical my tight pussy was and we should make it a casual thing.

Well, I'd like to say that that experience set me straight, but nope. I downloaded a couple of dating apps, thinking that I could possibly build a man but it was just a constant repeat of the pretty lies just to fuck me. I even had two become obsessed with me, one attempting to trap me and the other proposing.

Naturally, after getting fucked over a couple more times, I swore off on even attempting to date.

Fuckboy's were really taking over the world, one needle dick at a time. My body count would not be something I'd have to use more than two hands for if I could help it.

But fuck was pleasure my undoing. I was still hopeful that I'd meet at least one decent guy to fuck my brains out and take me to lunch after, only to fuck my brains out again and ya know, love me until the end of time.

Someone like Zach

I moaned thinking about Zach. He was amongst my close friend group. I'd known him since I was 12, therefore having a crush on him for approximately 13 years now. It baffles me how even in adulthood, that man still blew my mind. It was a sin to look that damn good. All I'm going to say is, think Sam Heughan with slightly deeper blue eyes, tattoos, and a tab bulker.

And he had the personality to match. Despite looking like one, he thankfully wasn't in that lump of fuckboy's, he was too sweet and caring.

He was also the star of all my wet dreams and the face of all 4 of my hookups.

I slipped on a robe before taking my iPad and a glass of wine out to the balcony of my penthouse that overlooked Manhattan, New York.

Sitting on my favorite sofa, I pulled up my kindle account, I took a sip of my wine before finding a new sexy story to read.

A notification popped up on my screen, altering me with a text message.

It was the group chat.

Zach
I'm in Manhattan for the next two weeks for work. Which one of my besties is willing to let me slum it out in their guest room? I'll pay you handsomely with my amazing cooking.

I damn near dropped my iPad looking at the message.

I volunteer as tribute!

Kaden
All that money and you can't afford a hotel? Are you sure you're a CEO?