Novel & Cerita Sinful Fantasies

My thumb pressed down firmly, flicking over the nerve endings until sharp waves of pleasure shot straight to my lower belly. "Faster," Don commanded, watching every single movement with dark satisfaction. "Let me see how wet you can be when thinking about me." He said. "Mmmm... oh God," I moaned, my hips twitching on their own. The shame was still there, burning inside my head, but the physical pleasure was too loud. I felt disgusting, yet every stroke of my own fingers made my chest heave with raw desire. I was doing this for a monster, letting him watch me undo myself.

“Look… you have to stay away from me, Archie. Please.” “Elena, listen to me—” Archie started, stepping around the table, his eyes burning with determination. “No, you listen!” I cried out, my voice rising in the quiet room. “This thing we are doing… it is a sin. It is formidable, and I cannot continue it. The guilt… it is killing me inside every single day. Every time I look at you, every time you touch me, I feel like I am rotting from the inside out. So please… let’s stay away from each other.”

“Say how much you want this. Tell me exactly.” The demand makes my face burn with shame. Admitting it feels dirtier than anything. “I want everything inside me. I want my stepbrother’s cock stretching my pussy. I’ve fantasized about you filling me up for so long. Fuck me. Please. Make me yours.” That is all it takes.

The red colour on her only whetted his appetite. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to feel the velvety texture of her skin. He wanted to tear off the taunting crimson dress off her and pin her against the wall, holding her open as he thrust wildly into her. He wanted to feel her clenching against his thick shaft, to fuck her like a savage. And then, the evil part of him wanted more. The need to inflict pain on her, to tarnish her body, to destroy her for marrying his brother. For the deal, her father came up with. His jaw clenched and hazy clouds of lust replaced with bubbling rage.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

“You’re falling, Nina. Fast. You should be careful.” “I don’t care,” Nina whispered. “I want to fall.” Days passed, but her body still remembered. The way his fingers traced her skin like poetry. The feel of silk on her wrists. The sound of his voice whispering rules into her ear like secrets she was dying to keep. Nina couldn’t sleep without dreaming of him...X. And every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. The mask. The hands. The control. She was hooked. Worse. She was obsessed.

I have always fantasized having his cock inside me but a part of me knows it isn't possible because it's forbidden for a Father to have intercourse and that alone makes me pur in regret because why can't I have what I want? Why can't I get to fuck the only man I've fantasized having sex with for a long time. For this very reason I have become a church goer attending the six Mass in the morning, sometimes wearing revealing clothes and sitting provocatively at the first seat opposite him for him to see how badly I ache to have his cock.