Lahat ng Kabanata ng Welcome To Sodom: Stories Of Depraved Desires : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Sasha And The Priest (1)Sasha's POV I pushed open the heavy oak door of the old church, the familiar scent of incense and aged wood meeting me as I walked in. My heart raced with that delicious mix of fear and excitement I’d come to crave. At eighteen, I knew exactly what I was doing when I wore this tiny plaid skirt that barely covered my ass and the tight white crop top that made my full breasts strain against the thin fabric. My long dark hair swayed down my back as I walked down the aisle, my heels clicking softly on the stone floor.I was here for him. Father Samuel.He was nothing like the old priests who usually sat in the confessional. At thirty-two, he was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, dark stubble that made him look dangerously human, and storm-gray eyes that seemed to burn through every lie I told. The black clerical shirt clung to his chest, and that crisp white collar around his throat always made me want to rip it off and see what kind of man hid be

Surf Lesson (1)Victoria's POV I stood barefoot on the warm sand of Padang Padang beach, my rented surfboard tucked under one arm, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. I’d always come to Indonesia alone to have fun but this time I came to escape my draining job and the ache of a fresh breakup, but signing up for private beginner surf lessons felt dangerously impulsive, it felt like the kind of choice that could leave me drenched in more than just saltwater.“Ready to catch your first wave, Victoria?”His voice rolled over me, deep and smooth like the ocean itself, carrying the relaxed confidence of a man who owned every inch of these waters. I turned, and heat instantly pooled low in my belly.Jax stood close, wearing only faded board shorts slung dangerously low on his hips, exposing the sharp V-lines that disappeared beneath the fabric. His sun-bronzed skin gleamed, stretched tight over lean, powerful muscles carved from years of fighting waves. Sun-bleac

Teach Me Everything (1)Elizabeth's POV It was late afternoon in Texas ranch, and the sun was glowing brightly. I stepped out of my rental car, my brand-new riding boots crunching on the gravel. I was a complete city girl from Chicago, far more comfortable in heels and office meetings than boots and barns. But after a brutal year at my marketing job and a messy breakup, I’d booked this week-long ranch retreat on impulse. Private horseback riding lessons had sounded relaxing and adventurous. I had no idea how quickly things would heat up.“Miss Elizabeth?”The deep, gravelly voice sent an instant shiver down my spine. When I turned, my breath caught in my chest.Cole stood leaning against the wooden corral fence, how arms crossed over his broad chest. He was the definition of rugged ranch hand—tall and powerfully built, with sun-tanned skin and tight over hard-earned muscles. His worn cowboy hat shadowed intense blue eyes, and his faded denim shirt clung to his wide shoulders, his sle

Threesome with Stepmother (1)Claire's POV I never imagined my perfect suburban life could shatter so quickly.I have been married to Richard for six years, and mother to his two children from a previous marriage — nineteen-year-old twins, Jake and Lily. They were supposed to be away at college for the weekend, giving me the house to myself. I thought I was safe but I was wrong.It started innocently enough. Or at least that’s what I told myself when I invited Marcus over. He was my personal trainer, he was tall, muscular, with smooth dark skin and a smile that made my knees weak. Richard had been distant for months, buried in work, leaving me lonely and aching for touch. One flirtatious conversation at the gym turned into stolen kisses, then secret meetings but today, I told myself it would be the last time.We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The moment the front door closed, Marcus had me pinned against the hallway wall, his big hands sliding under my sundress. His mouth claime

Yes Daddy (1)Missy's POV I knew I was pushing him. I always knew.I freshly dropped out of college when I turned twenty one, after one disastrous semester, and living back home with my mother and her new husband, Grant. He was forty-two, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and the kind of quiet patience that made me want to test every single limit he had.Tonight I was in my full brat mode.I sauntered into the living room wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass and a tiny pair of black lace panties. My full, perky tits strained against the thin cotton, my nipples already tight and visible. I flopped onto the couch across from Grant, spreading my legs to give him a teasing flash of my barely-covered pussy.“Missy,” he said calmly, not looking up from his laptop, “it’s almost midnight. Go to bed.”I rolled my eyes dramatically and stretched, letting the t-shirt ride higher. “I’m not tired. Besides, Mom’s gone for the whole week. Why are you a