Is Touching Yourself A Sin Novels & Stories

Sigaw ko sa kanya. Inis na inis talaga ako sa ginawa niya pero siya nakangisi lang. Na para bang intensyon niya talaga na buwisitin ako. Ang sakit ng pus on ko. Gusto ko na talagang labasan. Akmang hahawakan ko ang sarili ko pero hinuli niya ang kamay ko. "Don't you dare touch your self," banta niya. "Pero gusto ko ng labasan!" Singhal ko.

My free hand journeyed down, tugging her panty, aiming for her mouthwatering folds, eager to feel that moist throbbing little bud in between. God, but I missed touching, kissing, tasting every inch of her. My manhood's throbbing painfully just the thought of filling her in again. Hindi ko na mabilang ang gabing naging laman to ng mga panaginip ko. I had been dreaming of touching her day and night for what seems like forever. God knows what kind of torture it was. Pakiramdam ko bumalik muli ako sa seminaryo ng ilang taon pero sobrang mas malala. I have a beautiful wife but I only get to touch my self with my hands again. Sobrang hirap pero natatakot akong baka lalo siyang lumayo kung pipiliti

Hindi dahil nasaktan siya— pero dahil may kiliting umangat sa loob niya… …yung dark, fiery urge na lumalabas lang tuwing may nagtatangkang sumingit sa pagitan nila. Isang mababang, halos hindi marinig na hinga ang pinakawalan niya, habang pinipigilan ang sarili. Napuna ito ni Victoria— at lalong tumama ang tensyon sa gitna nila. Pero si Mirae? Tahimik lang. Walang reaksyon.

I don't want to see what he's going to do. Ibinagsak ko na lang ulo sa malambot na kama at pinatama ang mata sa kisame. Nang dumampi ang maligamgam na towel sa aking kaselanan, para akong hinihele ng pagod at antok. Marahang haplos at paglilinis ang ginawa niya sa akin. Somehow, whenever he accidentally touches my folds, my waist moves away. I can still feel it sting when touched.

Huminga ako nang malalim saka ko kinimkim ang aking pagkapahiya. Ilang milyong beses kong pinagsabihan ang sarili na huwag magpapaapekto pero kasi . . . First time na mayroong ibang tao na makakita ng pang-upo ko, tapos siya pa talaga! “I need you to understand everything.” Tumikhim siya bago niya niluwagan ang kaniyang necktie. “I touched myself, yes, but I seldom do that. I was just stressed that time. I need to—you know, I need something to console myself,” nahihirapan niyang paliwanag habang nakatitig sa kalsada.

Sa gitna ng gulo ng buhay ko, ang haplos niya ang tanging bagay na nagpaparamdam sa akin na buo pa rin ako. I tensed, my body vibrating from the sheer intensity of his touch. My mouth and eyes were shut tight, as if by closing the world out, I could justify the sin I was about to commit. Pero ang bawat haplos niya ay tila binubura ang lahat ng moralidad na pinanghahawakan ko.

Napapaangat sa bawat kiliting nararamdaman. "No, no, no, open your eyes, woman. I want you to look at me as you pleasure yourself. F*ck. Pay attention to your cl*t, baby." She did what he said and she came undone. It's been so long. So damn long since she last experienced pleasure. She was too caught up in her resposibilities that she forgot this kind of sin. Yes, what Coreen was doing was a sin. She told herself. "I-I can't." Halos maiyak na niyang sabi nang maramdaman ang pamilyar na sensasyong paparating.

but still, my body is wanting more. I'm still catching my breath because of the orgasm I just had. God! This is getting out of hand. Tinanggal ko yung kamay niya sa loob ng skirt at underwear ko, tinulak ko siya palayo, I saw his wet fingers and when he noticed it, he placed his fingers inside his mouth while staring at me. I find it so hot but I still have to control myself, my body is getting addicted to his touch and that too is dangerous.

Maybe it was my conscience that’s haunting me. I had been avoiding Red for almost a week now. Ni text o tawag ay hindi ko na sinasagot. Alam kong dapat ko siyang kausapin. If I wanted this to end, I should do it in a proper way. Pero natatakot ako na baka kapag nakipagkita ako sa kaniya, baka iba na naman mangyari. Pati sarili ko ay hindi ko na mapagkatiwalaan. It always betray me in times like this. And I hate it! I hate myself for loosing control every time I’m with Red. I hate myself for always giving in with just a single touch from him.

Ang tension na nagbuo sa loob namin, ang restrain at desire, ay naghalo sa isang init na parang apoy na dahan-dahang lumalakas. Hindi kami nagmadali. Hindi ito basta pagkakaroon, kundi isang tahimik na ritual ng possession. Ang bawat touch niya, bawat titig, bawat bulong sa tenga ko, ay parang paglalapat ng marka—isang claim na hindi kailangan ng ibang tao para maging totoo.