All Chapters of NAKED SINS (A Compilation Of Sexual Activities): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Justin didn’t move for a moment after speaking, he was giving Greg time to sit with the weight of those words.Then, without warning, he stepped away from the bed and crossed to a low cabinet in the corner.Greg’s eyes followed him, the rattle of his chains making sounds in the quiet.From the cabinet, Justin retrieved a small dark lined case, it looked like shoebox.He set it gently on the edge of the bed, just within Greg’s view.“What is that?” Greg asked, trying to keep his voice steady.Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he flicked the latch and opened the lid with careful precision.Inside, the was a dark lining, were a handful of objects.One was a smooth metal sphere, polished to a mirror finish. Another looked like a delicate wand tipped with a fan of feathers. The third was a small, palm-sized device that gave off a faint, rhythmic hum.Greg’s brows knit. “What are you planning to—” he stiffened realising what all those was meant for.“Touch is the first sense to wake

The Storm and the Sinner.The rain was getting heavy, icy drops hammered the pavement, bouncing up from the stone in splashes. The wind pushed Eva's hood back, letting the downpour soak her hair until strands clung to her cheeks.She should have run for a taxi or she should have gone anywhere else.Instead, her gaze snagged on the faint, flickering neon cross in the distance. It was a church.It wasn’t faith that pulled her, it wasn't guilt, not exactly.It was that gnawing, restless ache that had been with her for week, the kind you can’t ease alone no matter how hard you try.She pushed the doors open. The air inside was cool and faintly scented with candle wax and incense, a sharp contrast to the raw, wet chill outside. The was a shadow pooled in the corners with a single candle burned near the altar.She stood frozen in the aisle, with her fingers dripping water onto the worn carpet, her heart punching at her ribs. She didn’t have anything to confess and yet, the thought of knee

The church was quiet again, the kind of quiet that carried every click of her heels across the stone floor.Her pulse thudded in her ears as she reached the confessional, but the curtain was already pulled aside.He was already waiting.The dim light carved his face into shadow and heat, the same half-buttoned shirt, the same gaze that made her skin prickle.“You came back,” he said but not as a question.“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted with her voice low. “I kept thinking about…”“Me,” he finished, his mouth curling into a smirk. “Good.”Before she could breathe, he stepped in close, one hand sliding into her hair and tilting her face up. The kiss landed with no hesitation deep, wet, claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, stealing the air from her lungs.Her coat was still on when his hands found the belt and pulled it loose. It slid from her shoulders, pooling at their feet as his palms found her hips. He dragged her against him so she could feel the hard press of

The water was warm around Suzy legs as she swam through the water with the reflection if sun on her skin.marco was reclined on the far side with his elbows hooked on the edge and his chest slick with water as hair dripped down against his temples. Marco wore a sunglass that hid his eyes, but suzy could feel it tracking her every move like they had all afternoon.When she dipped under and came up again, he was closer, still leaning, still calm, but the corner of his mouth curved in the kind of smile that told her he was thinking very filthy thoughts in a very public place.She turned away, pushing off into a slow glide, but the water around her shifted as his body cut through it. She didn’t look until she felt the faintest brush of fingertips against her calf under the water.“Pool’s crowded,” he said casually, his voice low enough for only her to hear.“Then maybe you should swim somewhere else,” she murmured back, even as goosebumps broke over her arms.Instead, he swam alongside h

The city’s streets were quiet. Tyra hugged her coat tighter, even though the autumn air wasn’t particularly cold. Her pulse beat from anticipation and the excitement she was feeling.The gallery loomed ahead, it was made of modern steel and glass. She walked towards the gallery,there was a a sound from boots clicking to the ground. She peeped in and Kyle was already there, casually leaning against the side of the building, looking impossibly calm. His security uniform clung to him, and his badge glinted. He looked so inviting.“You’re early,” he said with a low, teasing and smug voice.“I’m… cautious,” Tyra mumbled, though her hands were shaking in excitement.He smirked and produced a small key from his pocket. “Cautious? sure. Let’s get you inside, then.” His fingers brushed hers briefly as he handed over the key sending a shiver straight through her spine.As they approached the particular room, it was silent. Tyra footsteps echoed softly across floor with faint sounds of the s