Sin Of Lust Novels & Stories

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been… two weeks since my last confession.” Silence on the other side. Then his voice—low, calm, the same voice that read the Gospel every Sunday. “Speak your sins, child.” She started small. Disobedience to the rule of silence. Impure thoughts during prayers. A moment of anger toward Sister Margaret. Easy sins. Safe ones. But her voice grew quieter, thinner. “And… I dream,” she whispered. “Of hands on my skin. Rough hands. Holding me down. Taking me. Making me lose control. I wake up wet… aching. I touch myself sometimes. I can’t stop.”

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

The thought of what he was going to do to my mom ran chills along my spine. "Don't be nervous, you are going to enjoy it," he added and continued with what he was doing. I could feel my sexual urge building and my wetness dripping, and that made me hate myself even more. How can my body be enjoying this? How can I get wet during this assault? My muffled scream soon turned to moan, I was lust in desire. It was totally a heavenly moment, having both of them exploring me, leaving no stones unturned.

he'd pressed. Chelsea had sighed, disappointed that she had not made that clear. She had leaned across the couch and taken her son's hand in her own, squeezing it. "Contraception is a sin because it removes the possibility of creating life. Pleasurable sex is not a sin, but sex that is solely for pleasure -- that disassociates sex from the beauty that is life and birth -- IS sinful. Sex feels good, but there is also a lot of responsibility that goes with sex. It is wrong to treat sex lightly and just use it as a perverse form of masturbation." Jimmy's cheeks had become hot with embarrassment at the mention of masturbation. "Oh. Ummmm. Yeah, that makes sense."

“You loved it?” “Best fuck I ever had, Nyx,” Adam honestly replied. “I underestimated you.” They laid beside each other staring at nothing, catching their breaths. “I feel sated and warm.” Nyx said. “That means that I have been able to satisfy the pure-lust raging through.” Adam said. “What the hell is Pure-Lust?” Nyx asked. “It is what makes a Succubus stay in heat and hypnotize everyone around them with sexual frenzy.” Adam said. “And it is quite dangerous, because I learnt the hard way when Succubus unleased hers. So many people died.”

Eden grumbled, “What kind of nonsensical demand is this! First, she blessed her with a lust provoking scent and then, she asked her not to mate with her beloved. What kind of stupid condition is that?” Aldus explained calmly, “Moon Goddess only asked her not to fall in the trap of lust until the king falls in love with her. Lust is a sin but love is a virtue. Where lust wins over love, destruction is obvious there.” I asked promptly, “Did that golden wolf manage to fulfill that condition?”

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

"I also cheated. I also fucked your best friend. Multiple times. Rough and desperate and secret. And it also didn't mean anything. I don't love Dean. I never have. I love you. Only you." Gray stared at her, his chest tight, his heart hammering. "But I shouldn't have even thought of Peny that way. Shouldn't have looked at her, wanted her, taken her—" "And I shouldn't have looked at Dean," Natalie interrupted again, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "Shouldn't have let him touch me, fuck me, mark me. But lust was in the way. Lust doesn't care about should or shouldn't. It just wants. And we both wanted. And we both took. And here we are."

A man begins a daring, taboo relationship with two eighteen-year-old girls _________________ The dictionary defines lust as ‘a strong sexual desire.’ But I think it’s more than that. There is something pure… something primeval about true lust. It began like any other day. Being early September, it was more autumn than summer, although it had turned decidedly warm for the time of year. That and the fact that I had just begun a week off work meant that I was in high spirits.