Forbidden Desires Novels & Stories

I was doing fucking fine some days back, but now… she was standing in my living room, and the only thing I could think of was to clear a fucking spot on the table, bend her over it, then fuck her in different positions. My jaw clenched. And I told myself that this was wrong. Because it truly was. But wrong never fucking felt this right. Desiring something this forbidden never felt this fucking sinful yet sensational. I stared down at my cock that was starting to grow just at the thoughts of her, and I knew instantly that something needed to be done. I needed a whore. Anything to purge out the desire that was crawling up my fucking skin. But when I reached out to my assistant, there was none

Ophelia's POV My breath stalls and my nerves shake so badly when he grips my arm so hard, pushing me against his desk. Oh he's so angry for how much he wants me, and seeing his angry face for the first time gets my core buzzling with desires as I feel a slickness between my legs. l lean to kiss him even if his lips are far away, even when he's in self denial and he's halting my movement. My whole body responding to his touch— electricity coursing through my veins, and it feels like my life is being sucked out slowly the more he prevents me from touching him. I have never desperately wanted a man this much and maybe it's because I know how it's forbidden to want a man like him. A priest.

"And what sins do you wish to confess from this past week?" I let a little tremor into my voice. Just a hint. "I... I coveted something that isn't mine, Father. Something I shouldn't want." It was not something but someone rather. "Coveting is a serious matter, Daisy. The Tenth Commandment warns us against it. What is this thing? A material good, perhaps? Be specific, so we might root out the temptation." I shifted on my knees, feeling the damp spot in my panties chafe against my swollen folds.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

The kind of handsome that made a girl's mouth go dry. I slid off my stool and stepped closer, standing between his legs. The alcohol made me bold. “I don’t want no strings,” I whispered, looking up at him. “I want to repay you.” Nate’s jaw tightened. His hand moved to my waist, holding me gently but firmly. “Aby… you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I do,” I insisted, my voice growing stronger. “I’ve wanted you for years, Nate. Since I was a teenager. I used to touch myself reading your books… imagining it was you doing all those things to me.”

At forty five, he was the definition of forbidden temptation. “I’ve craved so many things in my life,” I continued, my voice low and intimate, “but I was never sure if wanting a priest this badly was one of them. I touch myself thinking about you, Father. Every night. I imagine your hands on me instead of the Bible. Your mouth saying my name instead of prayers.” A heavy silence filled the confessional. I could hear his breathing change, deeper, rougher. “Sophia…” His voice was strained. “This is not appropriate. You should not speak to me this way. I am a man of God.”

And it was proving right to some extent. Because I had never faced a problem getting off on my own. But these last few nights when I tried to get off, it proved to be difficult because even though I knew my thing, I still couldn't reach my peak until I imagined him fucking me. I said I wasn't a desperate whore or something but with him, it was like I was willing to be a slut just so he would fuck me. And it irritated me. Because he didn't want that. Deep down, I knew it was wrong.

The forced situation, the fear, and the twisted eroticism created a confusing storm of sensations. Victor made the women interact. “Kiss each other,” he ordered. Sophia and Elena leaned toward each other and kissed tearfully while the men fucked them. The kiss started hesitant but grew deeper as unwanted pleasure built. Victor demanded Daniel fuck Elena harder. “Give it to your sister like you mean it. Make her moan.” Daniel increased his pace, thrusting deeper into Elena. Elena’s moans mixed with her sobs as pleasure began overriding the shame. Her pussy clenched around her brother’s cock, and soon she came hard, her body shaking with an intense, forbidden orgasm.

The cold steel, hot blood, the relentless pressure of his mouth, the slick filthy grind of his palm against my clit through the ruined underwear and the way my own wetness made every movement louder. Somewhere inside that building people had just died, and he had walked out of it hard and calm and already thinking about fucking the woman who had tried to run from him, and my body kept answering him like it had been waiting for exactly this kind of wrong. I was shaking, soaked and terrified but still my hips kept moving against his hand, small desperate sounds slipping out of me every time he pressed just right, the wet fabric sticking and sliding with every circle of his palm. He pulled back

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous