All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES (SHORT STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Ava.I looked innocent until you searched my soul and realized I wasn't. All my life, everyone, including my mother, has thought I go to church because I'm a believer. But I go to church for no other reason than Matthew Grey, my priest – The officiating priest of our morning masses. “Let's rise for prayers, shall we?” his thick voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I was barely able to stand because looking at him alone could make any girl go weak in the knees. I kept staring at him, pretending like I understood what was going on throughout the whole mass. The mass ended, and I approached him immediately. I refused to hide my desires any longer. I would present him with my offer, and it was up to him to decline, but I knew declining wasn't an option. I had seen the way he looked at me with raw hunger in his eyes, the way his fingers stayed longer on my forehead during the anointing service. He was no priest. He was temptation clad in a holy vest. “Father, can we have a word,

ORGASMS ON THE ALTAR. He entered me again with my Mum still knocking on the door, and I pleaded with him to stop. I didn't want to get caught when I had just started enjoying sex with him. He finally gave in to my pleadings, and I got down from his table immediately as I slipped back into my dress and did the zipper. I turned on the diffuser, and its sweet fragrance instantly masked the stench of cum and sex that filled the office. I sat on one of the chairs opposite Matthew's table while he got the door. “Anna!” his cheerful voice came, and my mother hugged him before stepping in. “Oh, Ava darling, what are you doing here?” she asked me, and I blinked, not knowing what to say. “Oh.. Ava and I were just finishing up Bible study”, Matthew chimed in, and I exhaled. “I love how you're so close to the Lord. It's inspiring”, my mum said with a sweet smile. Yeah, I was close to my lord, Matthew's cock. They discussed for a while before I later left with my mum. I hated her for r

Martins.I watched her add two more fingers into her weeping pussy as she fucked herself harder to my picture on her phone. Celeste didn't know I had cameras installed in her room when she wasn't looking. Every night, my stepsister, who was three years older than I am would orgasm at least once with her hands between her thighs and a picture of me in the order. But this night? I couldn't watch any longer through a laptop. I wanted to see her do it with me sitting in front of her. My cock strained the material of my pajama pants with its hardness, but I didn't. I walked down the hall, ensuring not to wake our parents till I got to her room. I knocked softly on the door thrice before it opened. “Martins?” She looked confused as to why I was there, like she wasn't the one just fucking herself and thinking about me. “Can I come in? I just want to pick up what's mine”, I said, leaning against the frame. Her frown deepened. “I'm pretty sure none of your stuff is here. Now get goin

My palm froze on Celeste's lap at my mother's question. Then I decided to play cool. “It's beneath the table, Mom; where else?” Her gaze diverted to Celeste, who was already red from the pleasure she'd been feeling before she couldn't control her damn self. “Sweetie, you've been quite off this morning, and your cheeks are flushed. Are you sure you're okay?” Mum asked, and she shifted back in her seat. “I'm actually not feeling too good. Excuse me”. She pushed her chair back, standing up before rushing out of the dining room. My gaze followed her till she disappeared up the stairs before it returned to my damp fingers. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my fingers. After all, there wasn't a syrup more perfect for my pancakes than Celeste’s juices.***** By evening, our parents were still out, and I was in the living room playing video games with Carti, our neighbor and friend. “Yes, I'll see you at college tomorrow”, I heard Celeste's voice from the stairs. Both our heads