Self Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

“I have never cheated on you Roger, not once. You might consider last night cheating and after doing as you suggested and looking at it from every angle I can see that from your point of view it might have been. But I can’t go back and change it Roger. I honestly thought I had your blessing. That said I want to talk about the rest of what you said. You were right on most of it. I did everything you said I did, except for the cheating part, and my reason for doing it was so you would let me fuck other men. But only Roger,onlyifyouwereapartofit. IfyouwereapartofitinmymindI wouldn’t be cheating. “I’m a slut Roger and I have been one since my early teens. I loved cock Roger. I craved it and I to

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

But I restrained myself. Harking back to our wedding night, the night I took her virginity was an unforgettable experience. Who would believe that a girl as beautiful as her is still chaste? How she was whimpering under me in pain. She is a novice when it comes to s** but she kisses so damn good

“I met him when we were young, and we separated multiple times. The last time I saw him was when we confessed our love. The day we gave in to our desires." Father Henry listened in silence, finding the story strangely familiar. "It's funny because you remind me of him, with your name being the same. But there's no way Henry would be found in a church. He doesn't believe in God. I'm leaving now. Thank you for wasting your time on this promiscuous woman," Khana concluded, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Again, Let God know that I regret the sins that I have committed. I was unfaithful. From now on, I'll try to focus and be faithful to the person I'm marrying soon," Khana uttered.

“She told the young man, who went to his father who did his research and suddenly, my cousin was called to the dean’s office, and the fraud of her enrollment was revealed. She was met with police officers ready to arrest her. She asked to go to the bathroom and escaped and came to find me at work. She went to Ares about their child and his and his family’s reaction was to get her expelled and ruin her life. She begged me to pay for her abortion, and I took her to the clinic. She had the abortion and she bled out on the table and died.” “He wouldn’t.” she couldn’t breathe, air felt clogged in her lungs. “Who would make up such a story, Magda?” He didn’t back down from his gaze. “He has had on

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

I never thought I would fall this far. Sister Elena. Twenty-two years old. Novice nun at St. Augustine’s Abbey. I had taken my vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience with a pure heart. Or so I believed. But for the last three months, every time Father Dominic’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the chapel during Mass, my body betrayed me. My nipples would harden beneath my habit, and shameful wetness would soak my plain white panties. Tonight, after midnight prayers, I couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Do I? Because from where I’m standing, you don’t want me to stop.” He didn’t back away. His height and broad frame towered over me, but I felt powerful. His scent—clean soap, incense, and something masculine—made my mouth water. “This is madness,” he muttered, but his hand lifted anyway, hovering near my waist as if fighting the urge to touch. “I took vows. Chastity. Celibacy. I serve God.” I reached up and traced a finger along his collar. “Then why is your cock hard right now, Father? Why did you come out here instead of locking yourself in your room with prayer?”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Here is the next chapter. I returned the following day with a small box of select items. Inside were a vibrating butt plug and two dildos. No, I didn’t pack my entire collection of toys. And believe you me, I had quite the collection. When you’re a single woman with sexual needs you have more than just one dildo. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of all of them. I guess the truth is I had no intentions of giving up masturbation. I had no intention of giving up sex and by Father Michaels’ indulgence in the pleasure of my flesh the day before, I don’t think he intended me to give up anything either. Or I hoped he didn’t. I stepped into the confessional a bit wary, not knowing what to expect.