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Comforted By My Ex’s Dad
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Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection The Professors’ Toy: Seducing Professor Wilde
Maxwell Wilde was everything I could ever want in a man. Perfect teeth, a whole foot taller than me, green eyes that looked like they could slice through glass, that low-key athletic build hidden under tweed jackets, and—best of all—the man was brilliant. Not just “oh, he reads a lot” smart, but professor of philosophy could ruin my GPA and my life in the same hour kind of smart.The perfect ten.But here’s the kicker: the man hated me. At least, that’s how it felt. And the worst part? I could swear we’d never even spoken directly. He ignored every suggestion I raised in class, returned the tie I gave him for his birthday—through a third party, like I was some random stalker—and didn’t even say thank you. Rude.For context, it wasn’t just me celebrating his birthday. We, the entire class, organized a little party. So yes, a gift was appropriate. And yes, he’s single. My point still stands.“Earth to Mandy.”My best friend’s voice snapped me back to reality—or rather, the large, echoin
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection Forgive Me Father: The Next Step
Lily Guilt gripped suddenly as I got home that night and for the first time since the entire session began, I realized I caused more harm than good. I had not only tempted Father Evans, but also caused him to commit sin and break his vow. I should have stopped it, screamed red and moved on but I didn't. Instead my thoughts grew darker and darker, even now all I could think about was Father Evans’ finger in my ass. The phone rang, snapping me out of my self loathe. “Hello?” “Lily? I need you,” An all too familiar voice rang through the speaker. My heart leapt into my throat. “Father Evans?” “Jordan, call me Jordan. Can I come see you?” He asked. My gut screamed no, but the rest of me who wanted to see him again said yes. “Sure. Do you have my address?” “I have it here in the parish member directory. You don’t mind?” He sounded worried. “No, I don’t mind. I was just going to watch TV with a cup of hot cocoa,” I said softly. “Can I bring anything?” he asked rather charmingl
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection Forgive Me Father: Exorcism With His Cock
LilyThere was no way he was expecting me to walk into mass with a vibrating buttplug in my add, right?But before I could say a thing, he interrupted my thoughts, “Get dressed, walk into mass with that buttplug in your ass, and once mass is over I want you to come back to my office, undress and wait for me in this same position; on your knees, legs apart and hands behind your back, is that clear?”His gaze bore into me and I swear I could feel my knees turn into puddle.“Yes, Father.” I hurried to my clothes on the floor and re-dressed myself as Father Evans amused himself changing the settings on the plug. Before we left to go out into the church, he turned it off. Oh, so it was like that.I sat in one of the back pews during mass, being careful enough to follow along as though there wasn’t a plug in my butt, or the fact during each kneeling prayer the vibrator would come to life.I’d try to ignore for as long as I could but it was impossible, Father Evans played with the remote a
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection Forgive Me Father: Confession Punishment
LilyBefore the sun rose the next morning I had already packed my toys into a small box, not everything though.Just a vibrating butt plug, one vibrator and one dildo.I had the sweet idea to add the different sized dildos but thought against it.I couldn't bring myself to rid of all of them, and trust me there were several toys that varied from length to capacity.I enjoyed the little “cleanse” sessions with Father Evans but I had no intention of giving up my sexual desires or even masturbation.And from Father's practice yesterday, I doubt that was his plan either. Or atleast I hoped he didn’t.I stepped into the confessional a bit wary, not knowing what to expect. Once I sat down and situated myself I started, “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been two days since my last confession.”“What are your sins,” came Father Evans’ deep baritone voice from the other side of the booth.“I fell into temptation but this time with a man who's vowed himself to God,” I said carefully.
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection Forgive Me Father: First Cleanse
Lily The following week, I was already preparing for church, I picked out a low v-neck blouse that showed off my cleavage along with a deep blue skirt to church.Beneath my skirt I decided on a pair of sheer red thong panties with a matching bra.For some reason, dressing in sexy underwear made me feel holy and better about myself.It made me feel more desirable, more sexy, more feminine which was something I hadn't felt since my jerk husband abandoned me after the death of our child.Unsurprisingly, my panties were already soaked by the time I arrived at the church.There was something about Father Evans that sent me ablaze with passion, it wasn't just the idea of being alone with him but also the wild imaginations running through my head.When I stepped into the office he was on a call, Father Evans was dressed in plain black trousers and a black shirt with white collar.I closed the door behind me and removed my coat, hanging it on the coat rack next to the door. Then I carefully
Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection Forgive Me Father: Confession.
Lily Losing a child does something to you, for others you find yourself drowning in alcohol, me? I decided it was time to turn a new leaf. Going to church. But just like every coping mechanism, you start obsessing over something else and for me that became Father Evans. He was different. Pure, young and hot. I sat across from him, in the confession booth. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I said, softly feeling the wetness between my thighs. “Go on child, tell me. Did one thing bring you here today?” his sexy voice nearly made me come at the spot. His question caught me off guard, “N—No.” I stammered. “I have sinned so much that I don't know where to start.” I paused, biting my lip before continuing. A couple of months after the death of Clarice, my daughter I went to a brothel and pretended to be a floozy. I had men, not just one Father.” I paused, realizing how freely the words tumbled out of my mouth. And it excited me knowing the man I wanted to bend me over was
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