LOGIN“I will take your confession.”That was all it took for the tap in between my legs to start leaking, and damn, damn, damn– I was not wearing any underwear.What if a clump drops on the floor and everyone notices?I should just run away and not look back.The highest my mother could do was shout and pray again, and that would be the end of it.“Amanda,” my mother called, but everything she didn’t say with her mouth was said with her eyes.“Mother.” I simply replied and began to follow Father Jose as he led us to the confession box which was at the far corner of the church. The lord is my shepherd.I shall not want— or is it I shall want?Damn, I should have learnt it properly but I had never truly cared about it. Maybe truly, something was wrong with me.I was born in a Christian home, raised with the beliefs about Jesus and yet, all my insane mind could end up doing is making me have nasty dreams of Father José and me.“Amanda,” his voice snapped me away from my dirty train of thoug
“It is satan’s doing.”My mother burst into tears, “This is not my daughter. This isn’t you.” She cried, her white handkerchief over her red-stained lips.I sat there, still naked, with my vibrating dildo buzzing away in between my legs.Yes, my religious mother caught me masturbating.“Don’t be dramatic, mother.” I chuckled, finally turning off the vibrator.“Dramatic?!” She shouts as if I had just uttered an abominative word.“Amanda, you just committed a grave sin. I am taking you to the chapel right away.” She walked to my closet, skimming through for an appropriate outfit in her books.I sighed.I love my mother, but she can definitely be a pain in the ass– most times.“Mother, you do realize that I am not a child. I have needs, and this is the safest method without involving a man.” I argued, getting up from my bed in the calmest way possible before I lose my shit.She was really pissing me off.“Just because you are now 22 doesn’t make you do this to yourself.” She turned around
"Fuck," He moaned against my chest, "They are soft." He groped them after pulling away his way. "So damn soft." He rasped. "You like them?" I asked, feeling the tension between our bodies rising like a burning furnace. "No, I love them. And I wanna taste them." He replied and pulled my face down, capturing my lips into a kiss I halfly saw coming. Oh damn, were my one-night stand fantasies slowly coming true? Am I going to have a wild night with this stranger? The kiss sent fiery tingles through my bloodstream, making me so heated all over my body. He kissed with intentions, one of them being to get me weak in the knees, and to also soak my panties. And he was seamlessly achieving that goal. "Oh my god," I breathed as our lips parted. "Let's get out of here." He almost growled out those words as he got on his feet and lifted me on the bar counter top. "Yeah?" I smiled. "Yes." He replied and kissed me ferociously again, until we ran out of breath and needier than before. —Sinc
“Girl, loosen up.” Cindy nudged my shoulder as we worked through the last set of customers’ orders. We’ve been best friends since junior high.“I’m trying,” I replied, but I knew I wasn’t. My mind was still stuck on what I’d caught my boyfriend doing the very day I turned twenty-one. He had been sleeping with another girl, after lying that he was busy with work.Men!I had gone to his apartment after my shift at the bar, hoping to spend time with him. Instead, what had welcomed was the squelching sound of their sex in the air.It hurt. Badly.“No, Rosa, you are barely trying. What you need is good sex. Someone capable of taking you to the stars and back,” Cindy said, her eyes scanning the bar as she spoke. We both worked as bartenders, sometimes doubling as waitresses.“Cindy!” I whisper-yelled, my face heating at the thought of another man—a stranger—touching me, wanting me, with no strings attached.If I were being honest, it had always been one of my fantasies.“Do you know how man
“Fuck you!” He growled above, and next thing I knew was him pulling off his singlet and tearing it up.I giggled.My shyness slowly melted away as my bratty side took over.I just really want him to show me what he thinks will make me regret today.Then he yanked me off the sofa, getting me to my feet and spinning me around, my ass pressing against his hard-on.I fucking knew it. He was also barely hanging on by a thread and I just want to see him lose it.Lose his fucking shit.The torn singlet was placed around my mouth and next thing I realized was that he tied the torn piece of cloth around my mouth to gag me.Damn— the submissive in me was bouncing on her feet.“You fucking whore!” His rough voice swam into my ears as he harshly wrapped my hair around his hand.I winced in anticipation.“Pretending to be shy when you’re just a slutty brat after all.” He said as he pushed me to my knees, hard and wickedly. My knees hit the cold and hard floor and I gazed up at him, my eyes beggin
“Have you always been this shy?”The artist asked me and I nodded shyly, biting my lips. My hands covered my breasts, and my thighs squeezed together, hoping that hid my slightly hairy pussy a bit.“And you are sure this is not your first rodeo?” He smiled at me, dropping his pencil on the stool beside his chair and rested back into it.He crossed his arms over his chest and kept looking at me, his eyes didn’t stay in one place. It strayed around, taking in my full appearance.I’ll never get used to this.Being a naked muse for artists even when I’m handsomely paid.“Cute.” He shook his head, “But I need you to relax, doll.” He leaned forward, his eyes finally settling on my face.“I am.” I lied. Not daring to look at his face when those words fell off my lips.“Doll, I have tight schedules. Our session is just for an hour, I need you to bloody relax.” His tone was serious and firm that I didn’t know when I dropped my arms to my side.But my body — it was still stiff.I know it. And







