Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 531 - 챕터 540

The price of this intensity, for her, was vulnerability. She had difficulty with any loss of self-control, and only her near-complete trust of me allowed her to let go so completely. She said it was like falling into the most wonderful pleasure, with me to catch her at the end before she hurt herself. I know this probably sounds odd, but I think of it as a side effect of her brilliance. She thinks differently in nearly every way from me, even if we do agree on many things, so why not also with sex? If my parents hadn't been distrustful of doctors, I suspect that they would have an explanation for it.I didn't really care. I loved her for how she was, no matter what word you used to describe it. Tonight I had cum inside her, like many times before, but it still felt like the very first time to me, even after two years. We'd sleep in the same bed, unworried about being found out or caught. I'd spoon her and she'd eagerly cuddle into me, asking me to wrap my arms tightly around her. She

"Of course, just making you aware of what to expect. Go through those doors, the nurse will take you the rest of the way. Until he gets out of recovery your friends will have to wait here."I nodded and began to walk. I heard Rebecca say something. I didn't make out what it was but it was reassuring. I walked down the halls, smelled something awful, heard the quiet beeps of the machines. Finally, she ushered me to his side. He was in a large room with many beds in it. There were only baby blue curtains for privacy. Huh, baby blue.Oh god. I knew what he would look like but it still shocked me. I was sickened and then felt guilty for being sickened.He didn't look like himself. I felt so much pain and love for him, but I just wanted him to look like himself again. He was swollen with injury and fluids; filled with needles and covered in bandages. I said his name, he did nothing. He was still out. I decided that I would stand by him for a while and hold his hand. I talked a little. I to

-----------------------Decisive Actions - Mike-----------------------I remember being in and out. I saw people. Once I thought I saw Jamie holding my hand and talking to me softly. I really don't have any detailed recollections from then.My first real memories were coming to in the morning, being groggy, and surrounded by family and friends. That made feel warm and happy inside. Well, it was that or the morphine.Jamie was close and looked down at me. She looked so tired. Why wasn't she sleeping? When no one was looking she put her fingers to her lips. Did she not want me to talk? Huh."Ok, I won't say anything," I said.She put her hand to her forehead. Everyone else in the room looked at me. Oh hey there were cop

That was her code for when she was a little scared by how she was losing control. As I added another finger I reached out and held her hand in my free one. She gripped it so tightly, like she was hanging from a cliff. I took her clit into my mouth and applied gentle pressure with my lips as my tongue worked it directly. She ground her hips into my face as her free hand pushed my head down and her legs locked me in place. I hooked my fingers and hit her g-spot."Yessssssss, oh god its too much..."Then she cried out and arched her back. It was high pitched and almost alarmingly loud. Her body shuddered and her legs vibrated and I felt my face bathed in more of her wetness. Finally she collapsed and I heard her crying softly. I moved up the bed to her quickly and pulled her to me. This wasn't that unusual or a bad thing, but while many people liked cuddling after something like that, she needed it."That's my good girl. I hope that was good enough, baby. You deserve so much more after w

A damaged young man finds his sister, hope, and love.NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.Enjoy.>>>>Please note that violent abuse is a key part of this work. It is briefly described at the beginning of the story and discussed several times by its characters.Thank you, as always, for reading.-------------------Murder----------------I remember very little of that night. My first memory is coming out of my room and seeing dad holding Marilyn's arm. He was dragging her down the hallway. She was crying and trying to resist him but he wouldn't stop. I didn't know where he was taking her or what he would do to her but I feared it instinctively. I had to do something and I found courage in my rage. I loved her. He could hit me if he wanted, but he wouldn't beat her anymore. Ever.My next memory is standing between dad and her, shouting, telling him that I'd kill him before I'd let him hurt her. I remember bein