Self Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

He removed my panties and spread my legs wider. He began to perform magic on my clits. I moaned out loud. He inserted his index finger inside my pussy. I was so tight. “Are you a virgin?”. He asked and I nodded. He was quite surprised at my answer but he confirmed it with his hand because I was so tight. He ended up taking my precious gold that night and I swore to never let any other woman have him except me. We began to make plans on how to counter attack. We dug into Miss Whitmore's past and found out so many secrets about how she was dumped and how she gave birth and became a single mother.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

Nobody asked because they normally do this when some customers request privacy. Inwardly scolding herself, Eliza felt hypocritical. Who is she kidding, she likes Matan’s kisses. They make her feel special unlike her previous blackguard of a boyfriend. Matan’s kisses make her long for something more. Miron doesn’t even know how to kiss. His kisses felt sloppy and icky and they didn’t make Eliza long for more. Remembering this, Eliza was afraid that if she let the kisses continue to something more, what might Matan think of her then? He might think her a loose woman and might break their engagement. She couldn’t let that happen. She must remain as chaste as possible if she could still be calle

“Yes. So does your ex-fiancé. He is married now.” “I know. Your mother told me.” “How does it feel?” “How should it feel? There was never anything between us.” “Yet, on our wedding night, you said otherwise,” he said. “I thought you would be disgusted if I said so.” On the contrary, Demian did not care at all. “I don’t understand the mindset of you people. Why would I be disgusted that my wife had previous relationship with someone before our marriage, not during or after?” “In our family, female chastity is encouraged. Chastity is a must for a noble lady before marriage,” I explained.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Her confession today was different; not the usual petty transgressions of thought, but something deeper, more unsettling. "I… I have been having… impure thoughts, Father," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "Thoughts that shame me. Thoughts of… flesh. Of touch. Of wanting…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deep scarlet visible even in the dim light. Father Michael clenched his fists, the cheap fabric of his cassock rough against his skin.

If you think back a little, you will remember one night I returned a few minutes after twelve instead of the following morning as I had earlier told you. The chief nodded his head, full of amazement. 'I only tried to cover some of these and more experiences because I did not want you to stop me from seeking spiritual or medical help wherever and whenever the opportunity called. For I know that apart from the fake ones, there are still genuine ones through whom God Almighty has blessed his own children when they are in need and call upon Him earnestly. I don't want to talk about my experiences with some of the men you call your friends because I know that the issue of tasting other people's

Not ever, she repeated to herself. For as long as she remembered, she has guarded her chastity carefully. It's not that she was keeping it for marriage or following the latest celebrity trend, like the purity rings that the Jonas brothers once used to wear. It's just that she's never felt the need to jump into bed with the next man who expressed sexual interest in her. And being best friends with the world's greatest man-whore, the lurid tales of his various sex-capades have made it a turn-off for her to go down a similar road as he did.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.