Self Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

And I don't think this marriage out of pity is going to change that. How could I possibly make love to him knowing that he would just do it with someone else afterward? I mean, I've heard stories about him from Chiara and others over the years, and it was clear that he had no interest in being faithful in a marriage—a man like him is never faithful.

Max knew he could have given her a different experience. His first time had been when he was seventeen. Eleven years prior to this one. The girl he had been dating only wanted him for the purpose of getting him to end her virginal state. Max knew that it was a set up from the beginning, now. Then he was ready to help her. A few months afterward were nothing but hell. The girl, Gina, said within two weeks that she was pregnant. Max knew he had worn a condom, but no one else believed him. Gina went so far as to tell every person in their school that he had come close to forcing her. The truth was Gina had thrown herself upon the stake, literally, to be burned.

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

Thirty stories. Thirty forbidden desires. Thirty moments that can change everything. Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Not every secret is meant to be uncovered. But once temptation takes hold, some lines become dangerously easy to cross. Behind closed doors and innocent smiles are secrets waiting to be revealed. Every story in Sinful Whispers explores the dangerous space between temptation and self-control, desire and consequence, attraction and regret. From unexpected encounters and hidden passions to forbidden attractions, secret affairs, dangerous obsessions, and choices that can never be undone, these thirty tales take you into worlds where boundaries blur and temp

“I didn't do it purposely, Father. My husband has not fucked me in more than a year. He takes other women and even my own cousin, but he never touched me. So I… started doing bad things….” Father Ren who looked like he was in his 40s cleared his throat. “Bad things like?” “I…I finger myself every night right next to him in bed.” Guilt reipped through my body. “I push my fingers in…” Father Ren looked up, our eyes met. “How many fingers, child?” “I started with two, then three fingers inside my cunt and fuck myself hard. I rub my clit until I cum and I bite the pillow so he doesn’t hear me.” I confessed shamefully. “I don't know if I can ever be cleansed, Father.”

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

Then she slid her shorts and panties down her legs, standing completely naked in front of him except for her cute glasses. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about being my first cock, Jackson,” she said softly, her voice turning husky. “I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.”

"You can only experience the sexual pleasure you're feeling tonight with Greg. Because only your husband knows how to make you feel like that. If you try to feel it with anyone else you will feel nothing not even with yourself unless Greg tells you otherwise. Because you gave yourself to Greg he owns you and the Bible tells slaves to listen to their masters." "Now tell me your truth Chastity." She sped through telling me the truth six times and I again stopped her before her seventh and repeated the strokes and "Good Girl Chastity" six times in a row. My bed was soaked with her cream. I briefly wondered how the girls were going to sleep on the bed tonight it was so wet. When she was almost c

Elena paced her bedroom after Father Mike left, his words still bouncing around in her head like empty echoes. Chastity, devotion, the holy path, all that talk about denying the body for the soul. She stopped in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The girl looking back had wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and a simple dress that hid the marks Jax had left on her skin, but inside? Inside, she was on fire.