Sinful Addiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

The wet slapping sounds of his balls hitting my clit mixed with my loud moans and it sounded completely filthy in the holy room. “Forgive me Father for I am sinning so hard,” I gasped, my voice breaking every time he pounded into me. “Your cock feels too good in my pussy. I am going to hell but I love it. Deeper please rail me like a whore.” He fucked me even faster slamming into my cunt relentlessly his thick shaft dragging along every sensitive spot inside me. “Take every inch you dirty little slut,” he growled. “This is your real baptism. Your tight cunt is sucking my cock so greedily like it was made for sin.”

He stroked himself through the last pulses, a satisfied smile on his lips as he milked every remaining drop from his still-hard shaft. “Pftt… I… I think I’m already addicted to this thick cock of yours.” I purred between heavy breaths, brushing a few strands of hair behind my ear. “I’ll come back for more tomorrow… and we can use that time to get to know each other better.” Wilson scoffed softly, released his cock, and placed both hands on either side of my neck. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy again tomorrow,” he purred and his words made my empty, well-used cunt clench around nothing, already craving more.

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

It was the time when father told everyone that she ran away and then later he committed suicide, now I know he didn't end his life after her love but because there was no one to pay for his addictions. I was crying along with her for how terrible she must have felt during those days. I can’t even imagine how badly she was wounded; she had faced what I had been running from. "I was forced and drugged to work there for years until one day Mr. Parker arrived there. He had lost his love, the woman he was going to wife up, and he was looking for a distraction. He would always buy me and then just stay with me without touching me or doing anything. He got me out of there and took me back home, but

Why would I need counseling? "Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, you consider sex as sin. And because you see it as something forbidden, you also feel that you're doing something sinful if you allow yourself to enjoy it fully. It could be because you grow up in a conservative family or some religious groups that discouraged pre-marital sex."

"To warn you I was coming to church next week, I'm sure. Good thing too, so you can warn Vargas. However, I'm sure your little friend already knows. When exactly did you start working with demons, anyway?" This time the older man laughed. "Demons? Please, Rhychard, don't tell me you actually believe in demons?" Rhychard smiled. "You're a preacher. Isn't it your job to believe in them?" Running his hand through his perfect hair, Adrian gave a slight shrug of his thick shoulders. "The demons of today are addictions, more or less, like alcohol, sex, or drugs. They're negative personality traits like envy and greed. Demons are allegorical, Rhychard, the stuff of fantasy writers."

"I know you have been stalking me. How long has it been going on like that? To meet your grandfather, you stoop this low, like paying those homeless people there to kill me? What? Did you plan to meet him in the morgue or graveyard?" Her back stiffened as Bash used that word. Graveyard. It triggered a memory that she had to shake away from her mind. "It's your...mental breakdown talking. It's okay. I can feel you." She lowered her gaze, not wanting Bash to see her red-rimmed eyes. Trying hard to keep her emotions at bay, she ranted, "That is normal after what happened to you in that street. People there can be violent because of poverty, unemployment, and addiction that an addict can't get r

He asked as he played with my breast. " I feel... I feel like I'm addicted to you...." I hissed in pleasure as he bit on my nipple. "Go on I want to hear it." He said in a low tone that made my skin heat up again. "You're a sin I can't fight against. You make me want more of you even when it's not right and it's toxic." I said almost whispering still trying to catch my breath. "And you love it even if it feels forbidden." " S-scott we shouldn't...."

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.