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Crossing My Moral Lines 4.
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2026-10-28 16:03:53
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Risky Desires: Short Stories. Tempted By A Sinner 1.
Evelyn's POV. Long before the sister Evelyn who lived in the foru walls of this convent, there was Stella, the strip dancer. I was both personalities, I explored dicks of different sizes, involved in countless sexual fantasies before I finally found this path.I'd gone into hard drugs, became an addict and had to end up in rehab for about six months. That when I got tired of my former life. Today made it the third year since I'd joined this convent as a nun. I left my old life to follow a new path today and despite the restrictions, I had no regrets. Now, I felt like I finally had a life of purpose.“Evelyn, Justin is late today,” Georgia, a fellow sister, had called my attention to that. I saw her expression fall, her black nun scarf flying in the bright morning breeze. We had a community field just outside the convent where we supervised criminals doing community service as well as speak the word of God to them after they were done. Other criminals seemed repentant and willing
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Crossing My Moral Lines 5.
Daisy’s POV. The sounds of moans still echoed around us but in his arms, I felt like I was in my own little bubble where the people around didn't seem to matter. “Good girl,” he murmured, tracing a hand up my back.I felt the tightness of the corset top disappear as he loosened the ropes, and even as I knew what he was trying to do, I couldn't bring myself to stop it. Fuck my morals for a moment, I just wanted his hands on me. The corset dropped to the floor and my breasts fell out with a small bounce, the self-conscious part of me screamed at me to get my top but I stood under his gaze, not moving an inch.His hands worked around my body and by the time he was done shedding off every piece of clothing on my body, I was naked in front of him. As if knowing that I needed some moral support, he stripped himself of his clothes as well. My gaze fell on his torso, gaping at the defined V lines athat ran towards his groin and Christ, that cock was crazy!His tip was glistening with som
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Crossing My Moral Lines 4.
Daisy's POV. I glanced around immediately and I instantly started feeling like I was seeing things. He was nothing like the men I'd been involved with or seen in real life. Black ink snaked his right arm in spiral designs that were similar to a snake, stopping at the side of his neck, the sides of his head were perfectly shaved, he had a brow piercing on his left brow and those grey stormy eyes stared at me like he could see right through my face. He was gorgeous in a way that made dread slither up my spine and as my eyes took note of the sleeveless black jeans and jacket he was putting on, I found myself staring at his muscles longer than needed. He looked like the kind of man that would rearrange my insides with a punishing cock, and God help me, I wouldn't stop him. I would obey his orders to the letter and I wasn't sure if it was because I was already horny before seeing him. But I seemed to be a little too submissive.Which was different from the ordinary. As if knowing the
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Crossing My Moral Lines 3.
Daisy's POV. When I found my way at the staircase again, it felt like the universe was trying to make my escape difficult. I didn't know my way around the penthouse because I hadn't thought of getting a tour. So the only route out of here was through these crowd of horny people. And as if to make things worse, the lights were no longer dim and their sounds of pleasure were now higher than the music bursting through the speakers. Christ.Dread pumped through my veins, spreading through my insides and leaving a bitter taste at the end of my throat. This was going to be hard but I'd have to do it anyway. I didn't even have my suitcase with me. My plan was simple–get out of the penthouse, sleep in the car and tell Natalie tomorrow morning about how I urgently needed to go home.Because there was no way I'd let myself become one of these women. And with that, I strolled down the stairs. Everyone around seemed to have a partner, at least that was what it looked like. The more I tried
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Crossing My Moral Lines 2.
Daisy's POV. Eight hours later, I could hear music bursting through the speakers downstairs that the walls vibrated. The sound of it made my insides tighten with excitement. I'd been anticipating this all day, and I'd even selected my outfit three hours before the party started. I twisted the knob for the shower, turning it off. My fingers curled around the robe I'd hung on the wall and then I placed it on my body.After what felt like fifteen minutes of prepping myself, I was finally ready. I stared at my reflection, loving the way the leather corset top and blue baggy jeans snatching my waist. All that was left was some jewellery to match and that'd be it. As I surfed through my options, holding a silver and gold earring to both ears, my ears caught on the reduction of the music. But that wasn't all, I heard loud screams that sounded like…like moans. My brows furrowed.What was that? Was something strange happening out there?But then I shook my head, nah I wasn't hearing tha
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Crossing My Moral Lines 1.
Daisy’s POV.“Little sweetness, are you sure about this? I've literally baked your favourite chocolate chip cookies in anticipation of your arrival today. Why the sudden change?” My mother questioned in a sad tone from the umpteenth time. I sighed, releasing my squeezed lips as I dropped my weight onto my bed. It didn't matter how many times I explained why to her, she just wasn't ready to accept it. And I understood her. I'd always spent Christmas with my family so it was very unusual for me to still be at my apartment on Christmas eve.“Mom, I know you really want me there but there's just so much work to handle. I barely even get time to rest,” I explained, even though I was on a break from working because of the holidays. Natalie snorted right after I said that. I shot her a hard look, rising from the couch and crossing the room. That girl just never knew how to hide her reaction. My free fingers curled over the windowsill as the morning breeze washed over my skin. “Sweetness,
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Sex With My Hot Chef 3.
Tanesha's POV. I swallowed hard, and my heart started racing. My grip on the can grew shaky so I dropped it down, my body turning stiff against his. “I–You don't have to worry. I got this,” I replied, my voice sounding weak. “Alright Madame,” he murmured, his body still standing behind mine. A
Risky Desires: Short Stories. Sex With My Hot Chef 2.
Tanesha’s POV.Callendon’s huge figure swept into the room, his eyes dark and calculating as ever.My body trembled viciously as he walked in with his favorite gun in hand. I was still sitting on the kitchen island and Cain’s crotch did nothing to hide that he'd been hard just a few sey ago. Call
Risky Desires: Short Stories. When A Criminal Fucks Good 2.
Thalia's POV.I felt my blood run cold the moment he said that. Every rush of dopamine in my veins became replaced with adrenaline.He slowly lifted his head to face me, his eyes still carrying the same darkness I'd seen when I walked in. I racked my head, searching for the best way to respond to h
Risky Desires: Short Stories. When A Criminal Fucks Good 1.
Thalia’s POV. “Turn around,” he ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I did just that, feeling my nipples going numb through my crop top. “TAP!” He struck a hand against my ass cheek, the impact making my core clench and drip at the same time. His big, rough hands slowly rubbe
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