Is Obsession A Sin Novels & Stories

“She wants to get you off fast.” It’s beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can’t seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame—and now I’m in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I’m having a four-way in my bedroom. I’m being offered a blow job and I want it. This is temptation and I’ve been taught it’s wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much. But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.

Lincoln felt his throat tighten as guilt clawed at his heart, guilt overwhelmed him at the thought of Romansata and this sudden daughter named Wednesday. Lincoln made his way to his little wife as he crouched down close to the couch and he found himself staring blankly at her. Her peaceful face was tantalizing and she looked so innocent and holy to be mixed with his dark world. She was like a light in his abyss. He was too much of a sinner and a cold person to have such a pure soul close to him. He felt unworthy. He sighed as he trailed his hand along the edge of her hair, he tucked the loose strain of hair to the back of her ear.

“What are your sins?” Too many to mention. Some too morally degrading to say out loud. But I'll have to actually mention each one if I want all of this to matter. I take a deep breath and start. “Cursing. Being obsessed with work and the wrong things.” A lot. An unhealthy amount, I'd say. “Not praying every day.” A faint nod is his encouraging response, like his calming silence.

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

Evidence's face as she gently caressed it. Mr. Evidence sighed in frustration as he continued to stare at the crazy girl. "What gave her the guts to romance me in such a way? Why is she behaving as if I'm her date or husband? I see she has no fear for me and I think it's time I show her what I'm made of." Said Mr. Evidence as he thought of pushing her away from himself but something stopped him. He didn't know what it was. There was this strange feeling he got. His conscience started to judge him even before he thought of raising his hands to push her away. He never stopped to wonder why he always feels weak whenever he wants to hurt her. He just couldn't help it.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

he yelled and I laughed. "What are you, My father? See this is the problem with you, you feel like you can control everything and everyone! But guess what? You can't! I won't let you" I yelled to his face. It was hard to go a full day without this man being too much to handle. What was his obsession with Noah? "And Noah isn't?" He asked. "I don't know! If you love him so much, go fuck him and leave me alone" I yelled at him. How did he even know I saw Noah?

- And froze, her voice didn't come out as her thoughts went to the confusion that haunted her because she felt yes sorry for 'that thing' causing you so many messes impossible to clean up. He killed, lied, consumed alcohol... he explicitly committed haraam* in its purest form in all respects other than just one. There was only one sin left that had not yet been committed and it was a huge confusion for him because it did not enter that woman's mind that her attractions and her desires were so uncontrolled. She didn't want to admit it out loud, didn't even like to admit it in her thoughts, and found herself in a vicious cycle of denials that left the subject avoided by every inch of her. It s

“I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s taken over my nights. Even now, it’s all I can picture.” My mind, against my will, sparks to life. I squeeze my hands together, knuckles white, forcing myself to breathe. “You know God’s mercy is infinite,” I say, the line I use for everyone. “If you’re truly sorry—” “I’m not sure I am.” Her interruption is soft, playful, but there’s an edge. “Is it still a sin if you enjoyed it?” Her question lands squarely between us. I hear myself swallow. “It’s not pleasure itself that’s the sin,” I manage, but my voice cracks a little, betraying me. “It’s what you do with it.”