Sinful Desires. Novels & Stories

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To have easy, ordinary sex where I didn’t have to bare any part of myself except my body. My mind warred with every other part of me for control. Do you want sex, or do you want to be fucked? I’d kept my desires caged for so long, but perhaps it was finally time I set them free. I didn’t want soft kisses and gentle caresses. I wanted skin and blood. I wanted nails scratching down his back and bruises on my hips. The commands. The release. The oblivion. I wanted it all. “I want to be fucked.” My whisper was barely audible.

She pleaded, but instead his fingers stilled inside her. “No, no, no. You can't stop now.” She whined and bucked against his fingers. “Don't do this, Cedric I beg you. Just let me cum. Please… please.” She felt so exposed and dirty, but it turned her on even more, making her even more desperate. Cedric pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and aching. “Why?” She pulled his shirt closer, rubbing her body against him. “Bad girls deserve punishment, and you'll be getting that.” He muttered, his eyes locked on her. “Open.” He brought his wet fingers to her lips.

"And what sins do you wish to confess from this past week?" I let a little tremor into my voice. Just a hint. "I... I coveted something that isn't mine, Father. Something I shouldn't want." It was not something but someone rather. "Coveting is a serious matter, Daisy. The Tenth Commandment warns us against it. What is this thing? A material good, perhaps? Be specific, so we might root out the temptation." I shifted on my knees, feeling the damp spot in my panties chafe against my swollen folds.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“I want them to use me. All my holes. One in my pussy, stretching me open, pounding me so hard I scream. Another in my ass, slow at first, then rough, making me take every inch until I’m sobbing from how full I feel. And the third… the third in my mouth again, holding my head still so I can’t pull away when he comes down my throat. I want to swallow it all, Father. Every drop. And then I want them to keep going. Flip me over. Bend me. Spread me. Fill me up again and again until I’m leaking cum from everywhere, until I can’t walk, can’t think, can’t do anything but beg for more.” My palm is pressed so hard against my cock now it hurts. I’m throbbing, leaking into my boxers. I can feel the wet

Be ready to get fucked like the cheating little slut you are. The guilt hit her in waves. *What am I doing?* she thought, staring at Alex’s trusting face. *This is his father. His blood.* Shame twisted in her stomach, making her feel sick and exhilarated at the same time. She hated herself for betraying the man who had been nothing but good to her. Yet that very shame made her pussy throb harder. The wrongness had become its own aphrodisiac. That night, after Alex fell asleep beside her, the bedroom door creaked open softly. Marcus slipped in like a shadow. He moved silently to the bed, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

It was also a genuine question, asked in a genuine way, and Aren had spent enough time across this table from Lyric to know the difference. “Desire is want with weight,” Aren said slowly. “It’s not just moving toward something. It’s the feeling of being pulled. The awareness of distance between where you are and where you want to be, and the way that distance sits in your body.” “Sits in your body,” Lyric repeated. “In your chest. Your hands. The back of your throat. It’s physical even when it’s not about something physical.” Lyric was very still. “I feel something like that,” they said. “I wasn’t sure what to call it.”

The heat coming off her made my c*ck twitch, and without a seconds delay, I began to feast on her. What’s a game with no boundaries without a little bit of surprise? Desire was the only rule, and right now, we were breaking it in the filthiest way possible. April’s hand shot down, gripping my hair with a desperation that told me everything—she missed this, she missed me, she missed us.

It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I could tell why. He gave me something in that drink. And for that, I would punish him, but not now, I would… after settling down this fire inside my cores. The same fire I controlled every time around the man I loved genuinely but right now these insides of me were dying to be satisfied or else, I would be burning in this uncontrollable fire of my own desires.