روايات وقصص ضمن Gluttony

She laughed with me. "Okay..." She laughed. "So, since I've already committed one deadly sin, what do you think about committing another with me?" "Which one would that be?" I was betting she'd say lust, since she'd hit on me when we first met, and at this moment, maybe I wouldn't turn down her offer again. So I watched her expectantly. "The sin of gluttony! I'm starving. They serve huge, delicious portions here." "And what does my favorite sinner want to eat?"

Of all the sins I learned to hide, gluttony was the most harmless. A simple, almost innocent indulgence that allowed me to escape even if only for a brief moment the suffocating reality I lived in. On an unbearable Rio Sunday, my refuge was a generous cup of strawberry ice cream. Cold, sweet, and almost innocent. Almost.

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

That hopelessly sweet spot. "More, please..." It was barely above a whisper. A whispered plea. "What? You want more? Not satisfied yet? You are one greedy slut, you know..." "Yes, daddy, I... I am. I am very greedy. A very greedy slut" There would be no point in denying just how much of a greedy slut I was. Firstly, I wanted both of them, not one of them. Of course I was greedy. And now I wanted to have both of them at the same time, fucking my holes at the same time. Of course I was a greedy slut.

The word landed exactly where it was meant to. “I’m not,” Clara replied evenly. Serena’s eyes flicked to Adrian for half a second long enough to register satisfaction. “Well,” Serena said, touching Adrian’s arm lightly, “this evening is about generosity. I think it’s wonderful you’re here. It sends such a strong message.” “What message?” Clara asked. Serena smiled. “That you’re supported.” Clara felt it then. The trap. Support, framed publicly, was indistinguishable from patronage. And Serena had just wrapped it in silk and handed it to the room.

I was completely wrung out as my body convulsed around his, and the night had only begun. At some point we drank wine and ate food. If I hadn't been the one to order it, I wouldn't have been able to say what it was we ate. Most of the meal came to my lips via Nox's fingers as my hands were useless, bound behind me in an elaborate weave of satin. The dependence made each bite of food or drink of wine more fulfilling, more intoxicating. It was as if the fine French wine's alcohol content far exceeded the legal limit. Each morsel or sip brought to my lips at his discretion was a hit from a drug, the lack of control stimulating my bloodstream like cocaine.

"Mmmff...arf..." She moaned while sucking over his hardened yet sensitive cock, the insides of her mouth clenched around his dick. Kate seemed to be wanting him deep inside her, she pressed her face over his dick attempting to swallow as much as she could. Zoravec groaned upon feeling her oesophagus, the muscles of her throat tightened around his dick and the sensations on the tip of his cock increased.

she shouted. "You're asking me?" He asked sarcastically, pointing to his chest. "Me?" He repeated, and Phoebe nodded. "Do you want me to answer that honestly?" Gladwin asked sharply. Phoebe looked up, giving her full attention to Gladwin. Gladwin smirked sardonically, his gaze piercing sharply at Phoebe. "There's only one sentence I can say about Flavia. She is far superior to you in every way. And there are too many paragraphs that could explain that sentence," he snorted. "And what about you? Love? What kind of love do you have for me? It's not love. Nor obsession. But greed. You can look up the meaning of greed in the dictionary yourself."