Is Masterbation Sinful Novels & Stories

Refusing to be trapped in a role that revolts me to the core. Wetness slips beneath our fingers and I’m not sure if it’s his precum or mine. I obviously don’t care, because I go faster, harder. Out of the control I excel at so well. “Your hand is jerking me so good, baby.” Nikolai groans, trapping the corner of his lip between his teeth and I can’t help looking at his face. At the fuck-me expression. The hollowing in his cheek as he releases these fucked-up erotic noises that destroy something inside me.

Her pointed breast was tied up with a rope down to her cleavage; the rest part was covered with a net, and down to the line that is departing her bums, her sexy pink pussy was exposed clearly. I groan deeply as my gaze undresses the lady. She stood up and bowed her head as I gestured to her to move back in order to see her face properly. "It seems you are a bad bitch after all; I might like my time with you, and if I indeed like your performance, I might hire you as my personal sex mate; is that okay with you?" I spoke out authoritatively while observing her expression. "Of course, Master! I will be able to pleasure you like no other; please state your demand." She replied happily.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

It’s not of pain but of pleasure. I felt so fucking full. In minutes, we were both screaming and cumming. I went limp in his hands, totally loosing control and letting him carry me back to the bed room. This is the best day of my fucking life.!

-NO. When I masturbate do I see Jackson? -NO. She assures me I am not lusting for Jackson, stating the flashes are due to the three of us working together in a non-traditional method to create a baby. My mind shows flashes of the three of us in more traditional methods. The doctor assures me many women experience active libidos. She asks me to describe my sexual encounters for the past six months. She states my masturbation is healthier than seeking multiple partners. Women aren’t publicized as having high sexual appetites or frequently masturbating...that doesn’t mean it is not natural. Women are sexual beings just as men are. Multiple partners increase my chances of STD’s, while suppressin

She was just playing smart. "Oh, sweetie--,” she sighed, pitty. “How many men do you know still single at his age?" She made her point. Most men would get married once they reach manhood. It’s a part of faith and… a measure to prevent adulture--, sex outside the holy marriage. Men are hot-blooded creatures, there is no way Youssef could refrain from sin of lust until now. And since mastrubation is not really an option any more after the chaos, there is no way he is still a virgin! Of course. How could it never pass though your mind? Stupid little girl! What were you thinking?

Master likes my attitude so I'm not going to give up on letting my dream guy fuck my pussy first, because sadly, he comes first. "I see you've made up your mind", he continues. "Yes master, I have," I say as I fall on my face and raise my hand to my back to pull off my shorts. It's easier now that he already unbuttoned it. "But you plan on making it up to me with your tight slutty ass, right?" "Yes master, I do. Take my ability to walk for another week as punishment." "Haha," he laughs as his palm fondles with my butt cheeks.

“For I have sinned.” His eyes darkened with lust and something almost like pain. “Yes, you have,” he said, sliding back into my mouth. “And so have I.” He began to thrust gently into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, controlled movements. Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked him eagerly, lost in the taboo of the act. A priest in his rectory using my mouth like a whore. I was soaked between my thighs. My panties were ruined. My nipples ached against my bra.

I came hard, biting my lip to stifle a loud moan, my entire body shaking violently with release. After the last waves of my orgasm finally died down, the guilt hit me like a brutal slap across the face. I curled into a tight ball, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. What have I done? I had never masturbated before. Never! Fornication with past boyfriends was bad enough, but this felt like a much deeper betrayal of my faith. I felt dirty. Condemned. Worthless in the eyes of God. Sleep came only after hours of crying, praying for forgiveness, and promising myself it would never happen again.