روايات وقصص ضمن Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father

Me : Good evening Father Priest Paul : Evening my child Me : Forgive me father for l have sinned , I almost committed adultery Father : You are forgiven my child , don't forget to pray confessing also and remember although God is too merciful to forgive our dirty sins it's not a ticket for us to keep on sinning Me : Thank you Father I walked out of the confession room then prayed confessing my sins to God . Holy Mary Mother of God , I surely need to confess again .Now l know why Samson fell into Delilah's trap , some ladies are just tempting . There she was , kneeling on the floor as she applied cobra on the floor. The way her heavy assets were shaking , it enables to arouse desire . Am fail

The sound of his father quoting scriptures blurred as the cold sharp pain took over his mind. Despite the pain, his mind betrayed him. He imagined Damian pressing against his back in the tub, his cock plunging deep inside of him. The thought made heat curl beneath his stomach despite the cold. In that moment, his father’s sharp eyes were fixed on him as he said scriptures like a ritual chant. “Get out of the tub,” his father said sharply after reciting the last verse. “I hope this will teach you not to give into such carnal desires anymore?”

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

“I just need to know you’re not some horrible man and father who doesn’t feel guilty about sleeping with his future daughter-in-law.” Something shifted in Victor’s expression then, not anger exactly, but something I can't myself around. “I would never intentionally hurt my son,” he said quietly. “No matter what our relationship looks like from the outside, Ryan is still my son.” “Then why are we doing this?” I asked softly. Victor’s gaze stayed locked on mine. “Because the second I met you, I wanted you,” he admitted without hesitation, his voice low and steady. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to walk away from it because I knew exactly who you were supposed to become to this family.”

Stepping into the study, I saw my father—once a titan of authority, now looking utterly helpless, broken, and hollowed out by grief. I turned to Demi, swallowing my pride. "I want to hug my father," I whispered, softly asking his permission. For a fleeting second, the terrifying edge in Demi's eyes softened. He granted it without hesitation, stepping back to give us room. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms tightly around my father, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, now tainted with the heavy stench of alcohol. "Dad, please... stop drinking," I pleaded, my voice breaking as raw pity surged through me. "You have to be okay."

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

“Go on daughter, this is a place for forgiveness, “ Father urged. “I…” I began, my voice trembling. “I have… impure thoughts. Actions.” “Go on.” The dam broke. “I touch myself,” I confessed, the words a hushed, whisper. “I use… an object. To… to pleasure myself. I do it while thinking… while imagining…” I couldn’t say it, so I stopped. “Imagining what, Maria?” His question was calm, professional. But it felt like a touch. My face burned. My core clenched, empty and wanting. The memory of my unfinished orgasm mixed with the terrifying excitement of his presence, his attention focused solely on my depravity.

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.