All Chapters of Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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My Undercover Bodyguard: The Intimate Goodbye 1

Estelle`~After my nap it was time for another session, I rushed to the bathroom for a clothing change. I might end up walking home baked after this.I decided to put on the bra and panties I skipped the last time we fucked and headed back to the bedroom.Rowan was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me, and the look on his face when he registered what I was wearing was more than reward enough for the clothing choice.“Look at you, all dressed up, just for me.”“Do you like it?” I did a slow spin. Obviously he did, but my heart still lodged in my throat while I waited for his answer.Finally, Rowan leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. “You trying to provoke me, lady?”I had to fight to keep from squirming. This was what I needed; to focus on the here and now and not what came later. “Maybe a little.”“Thought so.” He motioned me closer. “Get over here and let me look at you properly.”I walked to him on suddenly unsteady legs and set my hand in his. Rowan tugge

My Undercover Bodyguard: Goodbye Fuck [Final]

Estelle~ Time was no longer on our side and we both knew this wouldn't happen again. I shut my eyes, hating the gritty feeling of unshed tears. “God, Rowan. Do you have to question everything? Just bite me enough to leave a mark.” He hesitated so long, I suddenly wished I could see his face, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to identify any of the emotions he was actually feeling. He was too good at keeping things locked down. Finally, Rowan moved, thrusting into me slowly. He wasn’t moving fast, but he also wasn’t giving me time to adjust. I whimpered and jerked forward, trying to escape the endless onslaught of his giant cock, but he tightened his grip on my hips, pinning me in place. Each fingertip dug deliciously into my skin, a constellation of pain on each hip. I knew even without looking that I’d sport his bruises later. His dug into my shoulders and I moaned out in pleasure. I felt like he was breaking me down, shattering my already jagged edges

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

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

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.

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

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

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

The Professors’ Toy: Caught In His Trap

I swallowed hard, my whole body trembling as another sudden wave hit me. The vibrations nearly ripped an orgasm out of me right there, a gasp breaking past my lips before he finally stopped. My chest rose and fell in sharp, desperate breaths. Professor Wilde’s hand tightened around the remote, jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His voice was steady when he spoke, but there was something rough beneath it. “Megan.” His green eyes burned into me, sharper than any chalk-drawn equation on his board. “This is highly inappropriate.” Truly, it was. A line so bold and thick it might as well have been carved into stone. But my eyes drifted lower, traitorous, and there it was: the unmistakable bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. Heat flared low in my belly, dizzying. I licked my lips, my voice small but defiant. “Then why aren’t you putting the remote down?” For the first time since I’d known him, Wilde paused. His jaw flexed, his knuckles whitened around

The Professor’s Toy: His Plaything

It was surprising because naturally I would have slapped any other man who disrespected me in that regard but my pussy gushed every time I obeyed him.His demands were arousing to say the least.Without a second thought I drew closer to his crotch fumbling a bit with his zipper as I unzipped him, I’d never unzipped anything with my mouth; I was clumsy and fumbling and flushed with shame as I tried my best to get his zipper undone. He removed his belt, but stood there watching my shameful attempts, it was a shocker he didn't laugh but he didn't help either.I bobbed up and down, my mouth seeking the pull of the zipper, my cheeks brushed past his hard wrevyion and I could feel it harden further.I rubbed my cheeks again against cock, and ig jumped iy excitement.So my frustration was turning him on? Lovely.It gave me the zeal to finish the task at hand and after many attempts to grab the zipper between my teeth he finally took pity on me.“Stay still,” he growled. He reached for the

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