LOGINWARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents. He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending. Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend. But it's his stepdad who sees the real me— wet, needy, and aching to be ruined. One look. One whisper. One filthy promise. And just like that… I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy." This isn't just sex This is sin And it feels so damn good to be a sinner. Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy. This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release. And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies. Join the ride, if you can control the heat.
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JENNA WATSON (FL) — 22yrs TYLER BLACK (ML) — 38yrs BELLAMY JACE (SML) — 25yrs JENNA It all started the night I moved to Boston to come live with Bellamy Jace, my boyfriend. We met on a dating site, and he became a very big part of me cause I was madly in love with him, or so I thought. I'd come all the way from Vermont, because I was offered a job here in Boston. I discussed it with Bellamy, I can't forget how excited he was about it. So, he immediately offered to move in with him. I was very excited too, because it meant less distance and frequent fucking. Yes, I loved sex. It's been six months already and we've been holding up pretty well, until recently. Bell changed. He became distant. He rarely returned home or took my calls. And when we fuck, he prioritized his own orgasm, leaving me unsatisfied, especially knowing how much I loved sex. I craved more, couldn't keep my hands off my body whenever I was alone, but he was always unavailable. I mentioned it to him several times, and all I got was an apology, and a fuck that never satisfied me. Wednesdays are my day off from work, and Bell has left for work. I laid alone on the couch in the sitting room, my hands attempting to wander down my body. My nipples were hard against the silk night gown I wore. Goddamn, I needed to fuck. My right hand found my nipples and pinched them, so hard my body shuddered with excitement and need. My other hand was reaching for my lower body, when the sound of the doorbell Interrupted me. Is Bell back already? I couldn't help but feel more aroused. No one visits us, so it could only be Bell, right? I got up from the couch, tousled my blonde hair, and pushed down the strapless night gown, so that my creamy breast and hard nipples would be the second thing he sees after my face. The door bell rang again. "I'm Coming!" I shouted, and went for the door. "Bell?" I opened the door and immediately froze. Unable to help the gasp that escaped my mouth, my eyes wide agape, as I stared at the man right in front of me. Dressed in a black, short sleeve button down shirt, that did everything but hide how muscular he was. The shirt hung tightly against his body, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Paired with a dark neatly ironed pants, my gaze couldn't help but wander between his thighs. He focused his piercing green eyes on mine, his deep buzz cut, shaved neatly. Apart from his appearance the most intimidating part of him was his intense aura. He reeked of masculine virility, strong sexual appeal and erotic energy, his demeanor alone was addictive and the phrase ‘If looks could kill’ suddenly came to my mind. I was at a loss for words, this man must have been the most handsome man that I have ever laid my eyes on, I couldn't imagine that such perfection existed. He too seemed to be short of words, I caught traces of slithers of tattoos at the bottom of his neck. "Gosh, he's breathtaking," I thought. Shit! Realization suddenly hit me, that my breasts were half exposed. I instantly hugged myself, "I... I'm sorry," I said, almost ashamed. "I thought it was my boyfriend." A small smile spread across his lips, lingering too long like he was sizing me up. There was something about him... I can't explain it, but it was there. "I'll save you the stress, sweetheart. I'm Tyler, Bellamy's dad, and I'm here to see him." He spoke like it was the most natural thing, his voice deep and husky. Bellamy's dad? Jesus Christ, how's that possible? Because this man in front of me looks really young. He looked to be in his late thirties. I met his gaze and couldn't help the shiver that rippled through me. "I'm sorry, but Bell never mentioned you to me, and y..you look way young." He chuckled, "Neither did he mention you to me. Well, I'm not his BIOLOGICAL father and our relationship is nothing to write about." "Ohh, you're his step dad then?" "You can say that." I slowly nodded my head in acknowledgment. "Well, Bellamy isn't home right now, are you gonna wait or come back later?" He arched his brows, almost laughing, "Come back later? This is my house, sweetheart. I was only away for some months." I was suddenly at a loss for words, as shame crawled up my spine. Fuck Bellamy, he told me nothing, now I look like a fool. I recovered almost immediately, and forced a smile. "Christ! Bell never told me a thing. I'm really sorry, please come in." I moved, granting his huge body access into the apartment. Only then did I notice he came with a bag. "Thank you," he flashed me a knowing smile and stepped inside, marching towards the steps that led to the bedrooms. I closed the door behind me and went to the couch I laid earlier, to retrieve my phone. I tried calling Bell, but it was all directed to voice mail. Frustrated and angry, I sent him a message and tossed the phone on the table. I was nervous. Really nervous. Just then my phone rang, I immediately grabbed it. It was Bellamy. Relief washed over me like a gut punch. "I'm sorry, babe. I was busy when you called, I saw your message." Came his soft, honeyed voice. The voice that made me always crave him, but I was mad right now. "Bell, you never told me a thing about your step dad. How am I to face him right now? Either come home right now or I'd pack my things and leave" "I know you're mad right now, just calm down, okay? I had no idea he'd return today." "Okay???" "Babe, you'll have to listen to me, because right now, I can't come home. I won't even be back in weeks." My stomach twisted, "What do you mean?" "The company sent a couple of us to Maldives for some work. We'd leave this night and I can't come home. I had no idea, I would have told you before now." "Fuckin Bellamy Jace!" I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, "So you're gonna be away while I stay with you stepdad? Bell, I don't even know a thing about him." My voice cracked slightly. "Please don't cry, babe. I'd make it up to you once I'm back. Tyler is not bad, he's easy to get along with. Just try to get along with him, for me, okay? I'd do everything I can to make sure I return faster." "Bell..." "I'm sorry, and I love you, okay? I gotta go." He killed the call. I stared blankly at the phone as a lone tear rolled down my cheek. Despite him being an asshole sometimes, I love him and this was the longest we're gonna stay away from each other. "He's right tho, I'm very easy to get along with. Good thing, I'm here... I'll make sure you don't miss him too much." I turned to sound of Tyler's voice from the steps and instantly froze. He was bare chest.NANCY'S POV 4The tent was thick with heat, our shared body heat, the lingering champagne haze, the suffocating weight of everything we weren’t supposed to want. Mom’s soft snores had become background static, unreliable now. I lay on my side, facing away from Eric, my nightgown rucked up to my waist, my bare ass pressed back against his hips. His arm was still locked around me, possessive, unyielding.His fingers moved first.Slow. Deliberate.They slipped beneath the loose waistband of my pajama bottoms, ones I’d pulled on over the nightgown earlier just for the illusion of modesty. The elastic gave way easily. His callused fingertips grazed the sensitive skin below my navel, then lower, tracing the crease where the thigh met the hip.I sucked in a silent breath.He didn’t rush.One finger dipped between my folds, slick, swollen, embarrassingly ready, and circled my clit once, lazy and light.My hips jerked involuntarily.“Shhh,” he breathed against my ear, so quiet it was more vibr
NANCY'S POV 3The tent was dark except for faint silver moonlight seeping through the mesh ceiling. Mom’s soft snores had become a steady, distant rhythm on the far side. I woke slowly, too warm, too aware, realizing Eric’s arm was locked around my waist like iron. His chest was molded to my back, thighs tucked behind mine, every hard inch of him pressed flush against me.He was asleep. He had to be.His breathing was deep, even… until it wasn’t.I stayed perfectly still for one long heartbeat, then, slowly, deliberately, I arched my spine just enough to press my ass back against him. The thick ridge of his erection was unmistakable through his jeans and my thin nightgown. Hot. Rigid. Throbbing faintly in time with his pulse.A shiver ripped through me. My core clenched hard around nothing.I did it again, subtler this time, a slow roll of my hips, dragging myself along the length of him. The friction was torture through layers of fabric. My clit pulsed in response, already swollen a
NANCY'S POV 2The fire had burned down to glowing coals by the time we crawled into the tent. Mom was already fading fast, her cheeks flushed from the fever, her eyes heavy after swallowing the cold medicine with a mug of herbal tea. Eric had worked a small miracle with the bedding, unzipping the sleeping bags, overlapping them like puzzle pieces, and draping the one shared blanket across the middle section so it looked almost intentional.Mom gave a weak smile as she settled on the far edge. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, you two,” she murmured, her voice thick and sleepy. “Enjoy the camping trip. It’s Nancy’s big weekend.” She patted my hand, then Eric’s arm, and within minutes her breathing had deepened into the soft, congested rhythm of sleep.The tent suddenly felt much smaller.I’d washed up at the creek earlier, the cold water doing nothing to cool the heat still simmering under my skin. Back in the tent, I slipped out of my underwear, telling myself it was just for comfort in t
NANCY'S POVMy eighteenth birthday was finally here. But it dawned on me with a betrayal I couldn't and wouldn't confess to anyone; the moment I looked at Eric, and wanted him to touch me. Not as my step father, but as a man. I hadn't meant to stare. I was supposed to be packing, zipping the last of my cloth into the duffel bag while excitement buzzed about the camping trip I'd finally won after years of pleading with mom. Instead, I stood at the window, frozen, as if the sight below had pinned me in place. Which it did.Eric was in the driveway, shirtless, water from the hose streaming over his broad shoulders and down the taut ridges of his chest. The sun caught every droplet, turning them to fire against his tanned skin. His biceps flexed hard as he scrubbed the old Jeep's hood; a rivulet traced the center line of his abdomen and slipped beneath the low, soaked waistband of his jeans. He tilted his head back, laughing at the spray hitting his face. A low, rough sound, the same so
TASTING MY STEP-BROTHER'S COCK 2Sophia woke to sunlight pouring through sheer curtains and the low thrum of need still coiled tight in her belly. Every inch of her body remembered Julian’s hands, his rough palms sliding up her thighs, thick fingers buried deep inside her, the way he’d watched her
TASTING MY STEPBROTHER'S COCK 3The next few days were torture in the sweetest way.Dinner with their parents every night, with Julian sitting across from her, looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt, while his bare foot slid up her calf under the table. His toes tracing slow circles on her inn
TASTING STEP-BROTHER'S COCKSOPHIE MURPHY (FL) - 20 YRS JULIAN HOWELL (ML) - 32 YRSSophia stepped out of the taxi and onto the sun-warmed gravel driveway, the late July heat pressing against her skin like a lover’s breath. At twenty, she was home from college for the summer, her second year behin
ROGUE'S CLAIM LILA’S POV The forest is darker than I imagined, the kind of dark that swallows sound and light. My backpack digs into my shoulders, heavy with the few clothes and cash I grabbed before slipping out my bedroom window three nights ago. Eighteen years under my parents’ strict rules,
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