Christian Erotica Novels & Stories

I felt so good at the sudden electrocution. I looked back into her eyes and my eyes felt more hooded. She bit her lip when I attempted my fingers at the hem of her undie again "Trust me ok?" I whispered pecking her lips and she nodded as I slowly removed the thin fabric. She squirmed when I caressed her inner thigh in my fingers and she moaned attempting to close her legs when I gently rubbed her clit in my fingers. I craddled it gently and passed her a light chuckle when she rolled back her eyes and closed them briefly making me brush my lips on her cheek. She whined when I flicked the pad of my fingers at her moistrous entrance.

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

“No…” “This too is part of your sin,” he stated, his voice close. “You fantasized about being defiled. Every part.” He applied pressure. The small, vibrating tip pressed against my ass crack. The sensation was strange, intrusive. My body tensed, then a shocking jolt of unexpected pleasure shot through me. He circled the sensitive rim, the vibration teasing nerves I never knew existed. “You want this,” he said, watching my face contort with confused ecstasy. “You crave the corruption.”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

My moans filled the room, louder than what I planned, and shameless, echoing off the walls like a tidal waves of an ocean. I didn't care who heard. Infact, I wanted Adrian to hear. Wanted him to know that someone out there actually wanted me. And that he was terrible at sex by the way. "That's it," Christian growled. "Fuck, that's it. I'm—damn!” His face contorted, his hand pumping furiously, and I watched as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling across his stomach. The sight sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I whimpered as my climax continued to pulse.

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Or, to put it more accurately, for some years. This was Dan’s bedroom. It was the only place they ever had sex. Dan claimed to be a traditional Christian man and that it was sinful to have sex in other places. Carson had always wondered what it felt like with other couples who fucked everywhere in the house. He had once imagined cooking in the kitchen, having only a kitchen apron on, his bare buttocks exposed to the wind. Dan coming from behind and entering him, thrusting deep into him while he took deep breaths, pleasure circulating his body as he cooked. It was one of his fantasies, and he wanted to try it. But he knew what answer his boyfriend would give him and did not.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

"Well wolf man, as much as I love that rock hard co*k of yours, it does get too much for me. Remember, it's a vagina, not a petrol station." Christian let out a laugh, "you have the weirdest way of describing things." "That's all I could think of. You have my mind in a jumble right now, so anything that comes out of my mouth will be nothing but nonsense." "I have your mind in a dream world then?" "Something like that." "Can we go another round?" "Christian, no. There is just so much I can take. Why do you even have this much stamina?" "Well, you are my mate and that's all I want to do right now, mate, until you become impregnated. Even then, I would just turn you on your side and continue fu