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Fuck Me, Father, For I Have Sinned (Part 1)
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2026-05-16 05:55:32
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TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Fuck Me, Father, For I Have Sinned (Part 2)
A few weeks have passed since that night in the confessional. I throw myself into work and prayer harder than ever. Extra Masses, long hours hearing ordinary sins from ordinary people, visits to the sick. The dreams still come sometimes, but I wake up, anoint myself, and push through. No more voices. No more scents of honey and smoke. I start to believe I won. God protected me. The thing moved on to easier prey.Today the senior priests gather in the common room beside the sacristy. Father Bernard, the rector, called us together to discuss repairs to the old roof and plans for the upcoming feast day. Four of us sit around the heavy oak table with papers and cups of tea. Sunlight comes through the tall windows and warms the room. I feel steady for the first time in weeks. Normal.Father Joseph sits to my right, nodding as Bernard talks about funding. I sip my tea and add a comment about scheduling volunteers. Everything feels right. The weight that had pressed on my chest lifts. Maybe
TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Fuck Me, Father, For I Have Sinned (Part 1)
I sit in the confessional booth, my back against the hardwood, listening to the rain beat against the roof. The air carries that familiar mix of cold stone and old incense. My hands rest in my lap as I wait. Most evenings pass quietly, but something feels off tonight. The silence presses heavier than usual.The door on the penitent’s side opens with a soft click. Cloth rustles as someone kneels. A woman. Her scent reaches me first, sweet and smoky, like honey left too close to the fire.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”Her voice is low and smooth, wrapping around the words in a way that makes my shoulders tighten. I have heard many voices in this booth, but none quite like this one.“It has been a very long time since my last confession,” she says. I catch the amusement in her tone.I swallow and lean toward the lattice. “The Lord listens to every soul. Speak what burdens you, my child.”A soft laugh. “Oh, Father Elias. Where do I even begin?”My name. I never gave it. Well, m
TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Caught Wet-Handed (Part 2)
My legs feel like they belong to someone else as I step out from behind the curtains. My hand is still sticky, my panties soaked, and my skirt probably wrinkled from where I was grinding against my own fingers. Lucas and Theo are looking right at me. Lucas hasn’t even pulled out of Theo yet. They’re both flushed, breathing hard, and watching me with knowing eyes.I want to sink into the ground. Instead I stand there, cheeks burning, nipples hard against my thin top.Theo straightens up slowly, wincing a little as Lucas slips out of him. A trickle of cum runs down the inside of his thigh. He doesn’t bother wiping it away. He just pulls his pants up enough to stay decent and walks toward me first, calm and unhurried. “You don’t have to run,” he says softly. “We’ve known you’ve been watching. We wanted you to watch.”Lucas tucks himself away but leaves his shirt off. He comes closer too, stopping just a couple feet from me. “You liked it,” he says. It isn’t a question. “We could hear ho
TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Caught Wet-Handed (Part 1)
For the past three months I’ve been living at Vale Manor, sorting through the private library collection for Lucas and his partner. The job came through a university contact, and I jumped at it. Quiet work, beautiful old house, good pay. What I didn’t plan on was them. They’ve been together for years. Anyone can see it in the way they move around each other, comfortable, possessive, warm. I told myself I was just curious. Academically curious. Then I saw them together one day and everything changed. It happened by accident the first time. I took a wrong turn on my way back from the garden with a stack of books and ended up at the tall windows of the sunroom. They didn’t see me. Lucas had Theo pressed against the big wooden table, shirt open, mouth on his neck. The sounds they made stuck in my head for days. After that, I started finding reasons to walk that way. Then I started hiding on purpose. At first I told myself I would only watch for a minute, just to understand what real des
TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Dripping For The Enemy (Part 4)
I reach for his belt, fingers clumsy with need, but Damien catches my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. His eyes fix on mine, smoldering and commanding.“Not yet,” he rasps. “You said every inch. Show me how bad you want it, Elena. Ride me.”He releases me, shifts back, and sits against the headboard, legs stretched out. In one smooth motion he shoves his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free—thick, heavy, veined, the head already glistening. It’s even bigger than I imagined, curving slightly, easily nine inches and so wide my pussy clenches at the sight.I crawl to him, thighs shaky. He grips my hips and pulls me over his lap so I’m straddling him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side. The blunt head of his cock nudges my soaked entrance, hot and insistent.“Sit down,” he orders. “Let me feel how greedy this cunt is for me.”I brace my hands on his broad shoulders and lower myself slowly. The thick head stretches me open, burning in the best way. I r
TWISTED ECSTASY [An Erotic Collection] Dripping For The Enemy (Part 3)
The next morning, my body still remembers every second of last night.I wake up aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs are sore, my nipples still sensitive from how he pinched and teased them. Every time I move, I feel the ghost of Damien’s fingers inside me, the low growl of his voice saying my full name right as I came.I should be furious. I should be terrified. Instead, I’ve spent half the night touching myself thinking about the masked stranger who turned out to be my stepfather’s enemy. The man who watched me for months. The man who made me beg.I hate how much I want him.By the time I drag myself downstairs for breakfast, the mansion feels colder than usual. Richard is at the head of the table, newspaper in one hand, coffee in the other. My mother sits beside him like a pretty ornament, barely looking at me.Richard doesn’t even glance up when I sit down. “You disappeared from the gala last night. Care to explain?”My stomach tightens. “Needed some air.”He finally looks
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