Novel & Cerita Sinful Fantasies

A throbbing heat pooled low between my hips. He had been the star of every single one of my dirty fantasies lately. Late at night, with my bedroom door locked and my hand slipped beneath my waist, I’d picture those calloused hands gripping my hips, imagining what his deep, gravelly voice would sound like growling my name right into my neck as he took whatever he wanted.

"I'm tired of guessing, Julian. I've been wanting you for so long." A dark, dangerous smile touched his lips. "I think about ruining you," he whispered right against my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "I think about taking that beautiful, innocent mind of yours and filling it with dirty things. Things that would make your father want to kill me. I think about how tight your perfect little body would feel wrapped around my dick."

So, I grew bolder. “I keep fantasizing about older men, Father. Strong, experienced hands pinning me down. Being fucked hard and deep until I can’t think straight.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Men like you.” Silence. I slid my hand beneath the hem of my sundress. My panties were already damp. I pushed them aside and ran two fingers along my slick folds, biting my lips to hold back my moan. “I’m touching myself right now, Father,” I breathed. “I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.”

“I have… cravings. Forbidden cravings. I dream of… of being dominated. Of being taken by a man of authority. A man in a position of power… like a priest.” Father Marcus felt a heat rise in his gut. His fingers tightened on the rosary beads in his lap. “These are dangerous fantasies, daughter. They lead away from God’s light.” “But they feel so real, Father,” she moaned, the sound barely audible. “I imagine his hands on me… rough, demanding hands. I imagine him calling me a filthy sinner while he… while he punishes me for my lust.” The air in the booth grew thick. Father Marcus could feel his own arousal stirring, a long-denied hunger awakening. He had heard confessions of lust before, but ne

I can't help the moan that slips out. My friend’s father is the definition of a Greek sex God. His chest is wide and hard, his waist tiny, it narrows perfectly down, a V shape disappears straight into the trousers. While his cock remains outside, for my eyes to fuck and watch. “You are so handsome…” I breathe. He chuckles. “Like what you see?” I smile before I can stop myself, my body tingles with dirty fantasies, and everything inside me screams to plant my dripping cunt straight onto his cock.

His left hand held my hair taut in his hands and his other hand continued moving sensually along my body, not giving me reprieve, just increasing the lust I felt. “Please? What exactly are you begging for Angel?” He asked his right hand now moving to my nipple, rubbing it sensually from atop the flimsy shirt I wore “Oh God, I need you to ease the ache, please, please I need it” “How bad?” He asked, kneeling before me, successfully caging me in. “Very bad, please Alex, please” I cried as he continued rubbing and pinching my already pebbled nipple. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can take you out of your misery, spread your legs Lois” he whispered into my ear.

I couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d kept this to herself. Thinking about it again, I used to do that a lot. I unconsciously brought him up at every given time under the guise of hating him, I just didn’t realize how much i did it. Maybe I had a tiny teeny crush on him, I mean, I may have thought about how it would feel to poke his dimples, how his eyes scrunch up whenever he smiled. How his gold tan skin shimmer in sunlight, how white his teeth was (don’t blame me, he has really good dentition) how long his legs were and his thighs? Don’t even get me started on them. I’ve had too many sinful thoughts about his thighs that I can’t even say, I’ve thought about how soft his plump lips wou

The trepidation mixed with excitement made her feel something moist between her legs. His fingers snacked to the nape of her neck as he grabbed her from there, earning a sharp intake of breath from her. "I want to fuck you so hard and raw that you won't be able to walk for days." He let those filthy words out, creating sinful images inside her innocent little mind. Her mouth was slightly open, and with wide eyes, she stared at the whiteboard ahead but the girl was only physically present there whereas her mind was at the burning hell full of need and passion, exactly where he wanted her to be.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

I didn't know what I had done in a past life to deserve this punishment, a man that was made out of my private fantasies, so close and yet so out of reach. I wasn't going to make it out of this situation in one piece, that was very certain. I rushed through shampooing my hair and showering to avoid the temptation of taking care of my raging libido. Surrounded by the smell of Sin's soap and knowing that his naked body had been standing exactly where I stood at the moment made me a little -okay a lot- hot and bothered, and masturbating to mental images of your sister's man was also technically cheating. Or was it? My inner voice asked.