Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Steamy Erotica Collections.: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Hannah’s POVI was bubbling with a mixture of excitement and fulfillment all the way back home. At some point, I was afraid that I was going to explode with the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Who knew that having a dream come to pass felt this good?After enjoying it in my dream alone for several nights, I finally got a taste of what it was like to have sex with the charming Father Gabriel. And it was far more sensational than I had imagined it would be. I felt the strong impulse to share my experience with somebody, but I felt an even stronger urge to keep it all to myself. Telling someone would feel like betraying what was between us and I didn’t want that. I wanted to keep it special and cherish it forever. Oh, how I looked forward to the next time something like that would happen again. Sunday suddenly seemed too far to wait for but I was without a better choice. That was the only day I knew I could meet him alone at church. Me and my thirsty pussy would have to

Father Gabriel’s POVEvery part of my body went haywire as I saw Hannah in her unclad state. I feasted my eyes on her well curved body, taking in everything that she had on display. She was the perfect definition of a goddess. My head swooned with the desire I felt rushing through it. I’d been craving her ever since that day I fucked her, but it was only now that I was seeing her naked body that I realized just how much.“Oh, how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck you again,” I said.“Me too, Father,” she said, her eyes blazing with same lust I felt for her. Down below, I could feel my cock hardening until I was scared it might explode. The memory of being in her slick pussy was still fresh in my mind and I suffered from the need to feel that way again. Consumed by my desire, I moved in and kissed her hard on the lips. Something snapped inside me and I suddenly couldn’t control myself any longer. I planted quick, wet, hot kisses on her body, starting from her neck and making my way down.

Hannah’s POVWhen I got back home that night, I wasn’t at all surprised to see Lisa waiting for me in our small living room. The look on her face was that of patient curiosity. As soon as I stepped into the house and closed the door, she jumped to her feet.“You’re fucking the priest, aren’t you?” It was not a question but a statement that screamed confidence.“What?” I asked, looking at her as if she’d said something stupid. It took a lot of effort to keep a straight face and not give myself away. And it didn’t help that my pussy was sore and I body was demanding sleep.Lisa took a step closer, her eyes boring into mine. “I know you heard me, Hannah. And I know you know what I’m saying is true. You’re having sex with the priest. That’s crazy.” She said ‘crazy’ like it was a compliment.“I’m not having sex with Father Gabriel, Hannah. That’s ridiculous.”“Yes, you are,” she insisted, her eyes filled with determination. “Everything about you right now is screaming ‘I just had sex’. Loo

Hannah’s POV It took me two days to finally get the chance to correct what I didn’t want to be the new status quo. Prior to that, I’d spent hours plotting how I wanted things to go. If all went well, I would have Father Gabriel groaning my name and begging for rejecting me earlier.I left home during the earlier parts of the evening, an hour before Lisa was due to return from work. I didn’t tell her about what happened with the priest, even when she’d noticed that something was wrong and asked me about it. Even with the amount of pressure she put on me to talk, I made sure I stuck to my silence. I was too embarrassed by what had happened to share it with anyone, even it that person was Lisa. The previous night, she had revealed to me that she broke up with her boyfriend and was now officially single again. We drank to that, laughing about how stupid men were to allow themselves to be controlled by the flesh between their legs. Lisa had been so cheerful that it was hard to imagine th

Heidi’s POVI had a short battle with anxiety as I headed to school that morning. My father and I had just moved to New York and as a result, I had to change schools. The fact that I’d gone through the available information online about my new school did nothing to make me feel better. The closer I got to the school, the more agitated I became. By the time the cab dropped me off, my palms were already sweaty and my heart was almost practically flying out of my chest. Numerous students milled about, some quiet, some noisy and constituting nuisance. Paying attention to no one, I headed to the building I already knew my class was located in. I was determined to avoid any unnecessary interaction.It didn’t escape my notice that I was receiving curious and weird stares but I pretended to be oblivious because that wasn’t new to me. In my previous school, my large boobs had contributed greatly in making me a well known figure.“Titty Heidi,” they used to call me. It was a nickname I hated,