1. Love is the Drug


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Female / Girl, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Teen, Threesome, Young, Author: Goosebump, Rating: 94.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 1 I started drinking when I was way too young. By the time I hit the legal drinking age, I had already been to rehab twice. When I got to 21, I was sober if sober is defined as “does not drink alcohol, but in order to not drink alcohol, frequently abuses every manner of illicit substances.” Yeah. I was sober. Needless to say, I was a black sheep. My family was wealthy and the rehab didn’t put them in some dire financial strain. But my parents always threatened to not give me any support as an adult. At first this scared me, but then I found it to be a blessing. Rich kids who grow up with their trust funds, as fun as that may be, also might miss out on any discipline. It might sound funny to hear about the cultivation of discipline from an addict of every drug you’ve probably every tried, or thought about trying, or would absolutely never try for fear of becoming like me… but I am actually a fairly disciplined individual. I turned my years of addiction into something a little more than depravity by becoming an artist. I’m not saying being an artist excuses the pursuit of suffering. Don’t just let yourself fuck up because it’ll give you insight. But if you have fucked up, you better get some insight out of it. And with that little bit of internal growth, make something out of it. I became a sculptor, and by the time I was 24 I was making a very good living off of it. I don’t want to brag about my salary. Not that the money mattered that much. I could have afforded the ...
    drugs I liked best on way less. When I was 30, I cleaned up. Thank god. I would be dead if I hadn’t. My girlfriend, Emma, love of my life, told me that if I didn’t get sober then I would only get to date her for another year. Because after that, I’d be in the ground. And she didn’t want to fuck the ground. The theory she was throwing at me wasn’t the convincing part, it was the knife she was brandishing as she told me she was certain I’d be dead in a year. And then the fucking she rewarded my sobriety with. This woman could make the Pope swear off little boys. If she wasn’t such an intoxicating woman, it would have been much, much harder for me to get off my other drugs. But she took me into our bedroom and told me that we could only fuck on days that I was clean. And if I didn’t fuck her one day, then she would find someone else who would. I had already gotten high that day, and so she said I had already earned a punishment. She went out and within 45 minutes came back with a man I thought even I couldn’t beat up. I’m not huge, but I’ve been in a lot of violent situations and fancy myself cool under that kind of pressure. Experience alone can sometimes get you through a fight. This guy was way bigger, and way more experienced. She told him, “Frank, this is Jack. He’s my boyfriend. He’s gonna watch you fuck me.” Frank looked at me and said, “You cool with this?” I said, “Not really.” Frank looked at Emma, who had taken off her shirt and was kneeling in front of Frank’s big ...
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