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All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

My body yielded with so much pleasure, my hips bucking up to meet his hand. Then, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing it so fast I thought I might go insane. I moan around Michael’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. My hips rocked helplessly from Divine’s hand, my body on fire. Before he finally pulled his fingers out, then I felt his cock in my entrance again. He was fully hard and he didn't go slow. He slammed in and began to thrust that I felt him in my thrust. I screamed so hard around Michael’s cock, the sensation sending me over the edge.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

"Even when you're this wet, you still grip me like you're starving for it." He began to fuck me with a brutal, rhythmic intensity. Each thrust was a declaration of war, a violent attempt to erase the memory of the audit. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my head lolling back against the stone. I was a vessel, a playground, a slut for every man who knew how to take me. The contrast was intoxicating—the cold stone against my back, the cool breeze on my skin, and the searing, white-hot friction of Ethan’s cock hammering into my womb. I could feel the fluids mixing inside me, a cocktail of lust and taboo that pushed me toward a breaking point.

“Harder. Deeper. I need it—I need you to ruin me. Please fuck me like you hate me. Like I’m nothing but your dirty little whore.” His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around my throat, firm enough to pin my head back against the wall and make my pulse hammer under his palm. My vision tunnelled, everything narrowing to the heat of his grip, the thick drag of his cock splitting me open, and the way my clit throbbed against his pelvis with every punishing stroke. “Beg louder,” he snarled, thumb pressing just under my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Tell me exactly what you are.”

My body was on fire, clit throbbing under his thumb, pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he fucked me with them relentless. I could hear voices downstairs, Emily saying something sharp, but I did not care, just grabbed his wrist and rode his hand harder, chasing the orgasm fast. "Cum for me," he ordered, biting my neck hard enough to mark, fingers slamming deeper. "Show me you are mine." I did, hard, pussy spasming around his fingers, gushing wet as I cried out his name loud, body shaking bad. He kept going, dragging it out until I went weak, then pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth again. I sucked them clean hungry, tasting everything, eyes locked on his.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.