로그인Next chapterI fucked a priestThe next morning when I woke up, I woke up overwhelmed with the feeling of sadness. At first I was feeling really hyper, especially what woke me up was when the sun glistened against my face and I was feeling really horny. I felt good. I mean, life is actually good, so I felt so good.I looked around my empty space while my eyes met with the colorful couch, the one I basically blow air into and it deflates anytime it feels like deflating.But then when I took a few walks in my room while trying to actually prepare coffee, I noticed something off in my mood, and what was actually off in my mood was about him—the man I had framed yesterday at the church. I felt really bad. Guilt weighed so badly, and to be very honest, I just didn’t want to fuck things up, but the truth was, the truth was that I already fucked things up. I already did the wrong thing and it was bad to be very, very honest. I knew what I did was sincerely wrong.I stared right at the mirror
Father, I have been a bad girlThey led me towards a room while I took deep breaths in before I walked into the room. The room was too cold and I wondered why the AC was colder than it was in the main church. He was staring right at me, and holy fuck, he was more handsome than he looked on a closer view.“Sit!”I nodded silently while I pulled a chair and I sat down comfortably, my hands on the table. He stared right at me, adjusting the square-shaped glasses which he was wearing that made him look super attractive, more than he actually was. I stared at him widely, wondering if he was going to say anything; however, he didn’t say a word.“Father!” I started, my voice low and solemn, "I have been a really bad girl and I’m sorry.”He stared at me, typically adjusting his glasses once again while staring at me coldly and emotionlessly.“It’s 'Father, for I have sinned, have mercy on me'!” he corrected me while I nodded like I had actually heard him.I sat down, shifting and adjusting th
Erotic chapter The church missionI was looking for a male virgin on which my friend had blankly told me that it was very impossible. According to her, males were dogs, not in the case of beasts, but they were people who couldn’t quite control their bodies and their sexual reactions. According to her, most of them couldn’t keep their sexual urges in. She says a whole lot about them, but you know what I did?I… Jemima, I didn’t believe a word that she actually said, and you know why? It was because I was in love. I loved love. I loved the feeling of being safe. I love the man I was with, the man that makes me happy, the same man who makes me feel so safe and excited. I love the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach and how I felt so excited with him. I loved it when he called me baby and I replied to him because I felt so safe and happy to be called his.There I was standing right at the front of the gate. I hadn't stepped into the premises yet; I was still contemplating whether I
The Forbidden LoveLia’s POV The heat followed me home from the diner. My apartment was too quiet, and every time I looked in the mirror, all I could see were the faint red marks Marcus had left on my skin. I needed a break from the city. I needed to clear my mind. So, when my mother called and asked me to come spend the weekend at her big house in the countryside, I said yes.I forgot that meant being under the same roof as him.Arthur. He was forty-eight, a wealthy lawyer, and my stepfather for the last four years. He was a cold, serious man who always wore sharp suits and spoke in a low, commanding voice. He never looked at me like a daughter. He looked at me like a problem he couldn't solve. And the feeling was entirely mutual. My mother was always busy with her charity galas, leaving the two of us alone in that massive, empty house more times than I liked to admit.By Saturday night, a huge thunderstorm had rolled in. The electricity in the house flickered and then died complete
Lia’s POV The ContractThe table was cold against my back as Marcus slowly pulled his thick dick out of me. A heavy, hot rush of his cum leaked out immediately, sliding down my bare thighs. I let out a long, shaky breath, my body still trembling from the orgasm. The room was totally quiet again, except for the loud sound of our heavy breathing.Marcus didn't say a word right away. He pulled up his jeans and buckled his heavy work belt with a sharp click. He looked down at me, his dark eyes still intense, but the wild hunger from before was gone. He reached out and gently pulled my floral dress back down over my hips, covering my wet, naked body."You need to clean up before the dinner rush, Lia," he said, his deep voice serious."Marcus," I whispered, sitting up slow. My legs felt like absolute jelly. "What just happened? We can't... you're working across the street. People will see us."Marcus leaned in close, pinning me against the wall with his large frame. He hooked two fingers u
Lia’s POV I was in the diner and it was very hot. The air conditioning was completely broken. I sat alone in the corner booth. I wiped a line of sweat from my neck. My floral dress was very thin. It clung to my curves every time I moved. I was twenty-two years old. I worked a dead-end summer job. I was totally bored out of my mind.Then Marcus walked into the room.He was forty-four years old. He was the new contractor across the street. He did not look like guys my age. He had very broad shoulders. He had a thick beard with gray hairs in it. His skin was very tan from the sun. He had dust and tattoos all over his arms. He looked like a real man. Every time he came into the diner, the room felt small. Today, the diner was completely empty. There were no customers at all."Hot enough for you, Lia?" his deep voice asked.My heart did a sudden jump in my chest. He stood right by my booth. He wiped his brow with his big hand. His gray work shirt was unbuttoned halfway down. I could see h







