Addicting Obsession

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Summary

Raquela is a proud Columbian woman, by day she is a secretary for a large cooperation, by night she lives by Abuela, a dark romance writer. She includes her own cosplays to go alongside her creations, as well as producing an audiobook for her fans who are happen to be blind or unable to read...or if they simply wish to listen to her smooth creamy accent talk about depraved actions and wants. With each release of her work, including audiobooks, physical books or books released online; as well as her cosplays and teasing hints towards further works, the passion, hunger and craving from her fans would only grow, bordering on addiction, one fan in particular takes exception to the breaks between her releases. 

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
5
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

Out of routine

So, once again, it was a Thursday evening, roughly 9pm. Raining outside, a smooth jazz playing in the background as Raquela climbed off of her latest ‘victim’. A fan she took pity on and took back to a hotel for...book research and idea storming. The poor guy was out of breath, dehydrated and insanely satisfied due to the predatory Latina woman standing over him, admiring her handiwork like the animal she is.

“Darling, it seems your time is done” Raquela purred, her body’s cravings satisfied and her teasing nature was returning in full force “Also, this shirt...mine” she hummed, sauntering across the room and stealing her prey’s t-shirt which she donned across her bare torso, once again hiding the divine view that she was blessing her fan who had gathered a slither of pride for himself.

The fan, whose name could’ve been Ben, had already slithered out of bed, gathered his breath and adorned his clothing, or the remainders of his clothing. “Umm...can I have my shirt please Abuela...I don’t really want to walk out of here shirtless, with um...you know” he gestures to the bite marks covering his shoulders, chest and left arm, this caused Raquela to giggle and nibble her plump bottom lip, looking a sight that would start a war a few hundred wars ago, she shook her head.

Her long caramel brown hair covering her face and front torso, adding onto the seductive hostess look “No Ben darling, go out there, show the world how your Abuela loves you, especially the way she loves you, all of her passion and care” she skulks closer, whispering quieter as she approaches; this action caused poor Ben to suffer, wanting nothing more than to grab Raquela and claim her for his own twisted desires, however the rule was clear: Abuela is in charge. No changing that rule; many men have tried.

“Ben sweetie, go...Abuela needs her rest after a thorough...conquering” Unfortunately for both parties in this situation, both were not being truly honest. Raquela was not conquered or claimed, Ben had not fulfilled the promises he had made her beforehand. A fun night nevertheless however there would not be a second one.