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Confession of the Damned

Author: Riah
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 22:36:31

This was the end. We both knew it.

Rumors had spread through the parish like poison in holy wine. My mother, Elena, had become a detective for God Himself. She’d questioned other parishioners, checked the rectory schedule, and even found a pair of my lace panties hidden in the confessional booth. The final confrontation came that afternoon when she burst into my room with tears streaming down her face.

“You’ve destroyed him!” she screamed. “A man of God! I’ve spoken to the bishop. They’re
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  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Eaten raw by my Bestfriend’s daddy

    I woke up to sunlight on my face and the heavy, full feeling of him still inside me. Elias hadn’t moved much. He was half-hard, cock resting deep, and I could feel where his cum had leaked out around him and dried sticky on my thigh and the couch cushion. My fever was gone. My body just felt used—sore in a way that made my stomach flip every time I shifted.He stirred when I did. A low sound left his throat and he pushed in a little deeper without opening his eyes, like his body already knew what it wanted.“Still warm,” he muttered against my shoulder. His voice was rough from sleep. “Gotta make sure it stayed down.”I didn’t answer. Just let him roll me onto my stomach right there on the couch. The cushion was damp under me. He pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, chest pressed into the fabric, and slid back inside from behind in one slow push. I was messy with him. He used it, moving deep and unhurried, the wet sound obvious in the quiet morning.“Fuck,” he breathed. One hand

  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Eaten raw by my Bestfriend’s daddy

    I dozed in and out after he left. The fever made everything feel thick and slow, and every time I shifted the wet spot in my shorts stuck to me. I kept thinking about his fingers. About the way he’d wiped them on my thigh like it was nothing. My phone stayed on the coffee table. I didn’t text him. Not yet.It was past midnight when the couch dipped again. I was half-asleep, skin still too warm, when a hand slid under the blanket and straight into my shorts. No warning. Just his fingers pushing through the mess I’d already made and into me.“Still hot,” Elias said near my ear. His voice was lower than earlier, rough like he’d been awake too. He didn’t bother with the thermometer this time. Just curled his fingers inside me and felt how wet I was. I clenched around him without meaning to.“Couldn’t sleep,” I mumbled. It came out small.“I can tell.” He pulled his hand out long enough to tug my shorts and underwear all the way off, then pushed my thighs apart again. Cooler air hit me. I

  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Eaten raw by my Bestfriend’s dad

    I couldn’t settle. The couch felt sticky against the backs of my thighs every time I shifted, and my head was too heavy to keep upright for long. Lena had left that morning for her weekend thing and the house had gone quiet in that way that makes a fever feel worse. I’d texted her I was fine. I wasn’t. My skin felt too tight and every time I closed my eyes the room tilted a little.The front door opened just after seven. I didn’t even try to sit up until I heard his voice.“Mira.”Elias. Lena’s dad. He set his bag on the coffee table and crouched beside the couch, one hand already on my forehead before I could say anything. His palm was cool. I leaned into it without meaning to, just for a second.“You’re burning up,” he said. His thumb brushed along my hairline, slow. “Lena called. Said you sounded off on the phone.”“I’m okay,” I mumbled. My voice cracked halfway through.He didn’t call me on it. Just slid the thermometer under my tongue and wrapped his fingers around my wrist to ch

  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Mistaken for Mommy

    Two days passed in a haze of careful distance and stolen looks.Mom was home both evenings. We ate dinner like a normal family. Dominic talked about practice and upcoming games. I answered questions about classes with short, steady sentences. Under the table my knee brushed his once and he went completely still, jaw tight, before shifting away. The air between us felt permanently charged, like the moment before a storm finally breaks.On the third morning Mom left early for a weekend trip with her sister—three days, two nights, a cabin two hours north. She kissed both of us on the cheek at the door, reminded me to lock up at night, and told Dominic not to work through every meal. The second her car disappeared down the street the house changed. The silence felt heavier. More dangerous.Dominic stood in the entryway after she left, keys still in his hand, staring at the closed door like it might open again. Then he looked at me.“I’m going to the field,” he said. “Film and weights. I’l

  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Mistaken for Mommy

    Morning came too soon.I walked into the kitchen at 7:05 and found them already there—Mom at the stove in her robe, Dominic at the island in a black T-shirt and joggers, coffee mug in hand. The same joggers from last night. The same body that had been pressed against me in the dark.His eyes lifted the second I entered. The look he gave me lasted only a second, but it was enough. Heat. Warning. Memory.I poured coffee like nothing had happened and sat two stools away from him. Mom chatted about her book club, about how late she’d been out, about the new novel everyone was obsessed with. I nodded in the right places. Under the island my bare foot found the leg of Dominic’s stool and rested there, lightly. He didn’t move away.When Mom turned back to the stove to flip the last of the bacon, his hand dropped under the counter and closed around my ankle. His grip was firm, possessive, thumb stroking once over the sensitive skin just above the bone. A silent message.I haven’t forgotten.T

  • 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE    Mistaken for Mommy

    I didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes I felt the weight of his hand on my hip again, the exact pressure of those three fingers stretching me open, the hot slide of his cock against my tongue. I tossed and turned until the sheets were twisted around my legs and the clock on my nightstand read 2:17 a.m. The house was silent except for the occasional creak of settling wood. Somewhere down the hall Dominic was in the bed he shared with my mother, and the knowledge sat in my stomach like a live coal.I gave up on sleep around three. I pulled on an old oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs and nothing else, then crept downstairs for water. The kitchen was dark except for the soft glow of the under-cabinet lights. I filled a glass at the sink and drank half of it in one go, trying to ignore the way the cool air kissed the bare skin of my ass every time the shirt rode up.I didn’t hear him until he spoke.“Couldn’t sleep either?”I spun. Dominic stood in

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