Amor Sin Materia Novels & Stories

His father was not at home but I knew Damien was inside. “What the fuck is going on?” I heard Damien's voice behind me and when I saw him, the already planned lines I had prepared to tell him disappeared from my head completely. I forgot why I was even there. He was sweaty and shirtless, and the whole thing reminded me of the session we had… the way he had held me down with those strong arms as he had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had been drunk the first time I had seen him but right now, with clear eyes, I could see what a beautiful specimen he was with his broad chest and sculptured torso. His trouser was hanging lowly on his hip and it was driving me crazy.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

"From the day I met you, I'm sure my heartbeat is different for you I don’t believe in love. I can't believe how I feel about you. How many times have I denied, I hid it a few times, but I love you even more. With each tear dripping from your eyes, it was as if my heart was being torn apart little by little. I started to smile at you and this is the beginning of what I thought would last forever. I like your smiles, especially your eyes I know they are shouting at me. In this world, you are the only one who gave me life. Anger and sadness are wrapped in my heart, but you are wrapped in love. You gave me hope to stand up and start even if the substitute was Goodbye. It is considered a sin, bu

Open yourself up so that it can be easier on me to enter your body and get out the evil that is within you and wants to take over," she said with the same creepy smile. I walked around the altar and came to where she had left a pathway and I removed the jumper I was wearing and put it by the side of the altar and then lay on it. I didn't wait for long before she also waled towards me with a bowl of a dark substance that was steaming. "Drink this," she said and I hesitated. "What is it for?" I asked because I didn't want to take anything rhat I wasn't sure what it was. "Just drink. It is to help you relax and let me in smoothly," Mitra said and I sensed a tone of impatience in her words. "No.

Amos say flashing her a wink and suddenly Charlotte stop her breathing. She blink twice before regaining her breath. Yes, that was just a flirt, her subconscious told.

His hand reached around to stroke me again, edging me mercilessly while buried to the hilt. “Harder,” I begged, forgetting the prayer entirely. He slapped my ass. “Pray or I pull out.” I forced the words out, voice already hoarse. The contrast was destroying me; sacred words spilling from my lips while his cock claimed my hole and his hand denying my orgasm. I was shaking, crying, completely addicted to the torment. Finally, after another round of edging that left me broken, he gripped my hips hard. “Now, Noah. Come while you thank God for this sin.”

I whisper, more to myself than him, but his grin only deepens. “Oh, I know you do,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “But hate’s not as far from lust as you think. It’s a fine fucking line, Amara. And trust me—” His thumb brushes along my jaw again, the touch maddeningly deliberate. “I know how to blur it.” I snap my head to the side, finally breaking his grip, and glare up at him with every ounce of defiance I can muster. “Get off me, Matteo.”

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.