When people hear the word addiction, the first thing dat comes to mind is drugs. Nah, it don't necessarily have to be drugs. An addiction is just a substance, thing, or activity a person is addicted to. I guess two of those words can apply to me. My thing is Orish and my activity is fucking her.
Nah, forreal, I wouldn't call my self a sex-addict or some shit like dat 'cause I wasn't crazy about it. I was crazy about her ass, though. Shorty was my drug and when I felt dat I needed more, I had to have dat fix again. Who would have thought a simple ass kiss would lead to some shit like we had? Sounds crazy as fuck, but shorty was mine for some time. I couldn't cope without her. I wonder what she's up to these days, though? Do she think about me like I think about her? I sound pathetic as shit, right? Right.
It's been six months since we've last fucked. Six months ago, she was here for some time. It's when we first met. If I could go back to dat first day we met, I would. Even if it meant I could relive each and every moment with her.
- Michael
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Damn, I really miss that nigga. Half a year went by so fast since I was in Baltimore. My trip to the east coast wasn't what I had expected. It was something about Michael that captivated me. His swagger, his accent, the way he made me feel, and those lips I have tasted time and time again for six months straight.
I was addicted to him.
He was my drug that I couldn't help but go back for more. That kiss we shared that night at the party was one to memorize. The sexual tension between us couldn't be cut with a knife. I have never been this boy crazy, but again, it was something about him. No one before him could compare to what he brought to the table, and still, after six months, I was craving his touch. His presence. If I could go back to that first day we met, I would. Even if it meant I could relive each and every moment with him.
- Orish
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What I would give just to have (him) (her) again. But all I have is the memory that constantly makes me get this junky feeling throughout my body of needing that fix. Kind of like a relapse. All that's left of me to do is to go back to six months ago. It's the only way to help cope with my addiction to (him) (her).
- Both
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ADDICTION|MJ Fanfic|COMPLETED
FanfictionIt all started with a simple kiss, but gradually turned into an addiction... An addiction not easily to cope with and so strong that made them crave fix after fix. A one shot story.
