Sinful Fantasies Novels & Stories

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already throbbing rock hard fat cock. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my slit. 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,

She stepped into the quiet hallway, the lock clicked shut behind her with a sound that felt final. Nora leaned against the cold wall pressing her hand on her chest, while breathing hard like she had just escaped from being eaten by a wild animal. Her legs felt weak. Between her thighs she was already soaked, the thin fabric of her underwear clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Every place he had almost touched still tingled with leftover heat. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. Tomorrow is going to really be a rough one she taught. She was already forbidden from touching herself. And now she's left with the punishment of spending the entire night aching for the moment that door would be lo

That he might break my heart if he got the chance so I wanted to distance myself from him. I could not give him the chance to break the walls around my heart. I really hoped he would stop doing whatever it was that he was doing and ignore me or hate me altogether like everyone else. I couldn’t for the love of god figure out what it was that pulled me to him like a moth to a flame , it was not just his good looks but the pain behind his smiling eyes which was almost similar to mine but not quiet. He thought he was hiding it well from everyone but I could tell just like I could tell that there was evil in my parents.

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

Sexually-depraved men who preyed on women like Gillian. His imagination often ran wild when she was ill. He thought of her being mauled by wild animals posing as men. Everyone craved her prime body. They slobbered over her arms and legs. They tugged at her breasts with their mouths and their fingers. They put their hoary sticks inside her mouth and on her palms. They bodies heaved as they demanded gratification. And Gillian gave in without resistance. She submitted herself to the depravity and wickedness willingly. 'Like she was willing when I was acting like an animal!' Rye thought with revulsion. He was as disgusting as those men.

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

She said and I sighed. How am I supposed to tell her that I want to taste a forbidden fruit? How do I tell her that I want my ex-boyfriend's father in every sinful dirty way possible? Nah, I can't, she'll probably think I'm insane, not everyone can stomach such thoughts. Maybe I would not have been able to stomach it too but here I am... Craving sin like a woman in heat. Gosh! I'm gonna run mad if this continues. "Cathy..." Natasha called and nudged my shoulder with hers playfully, I gave her a depleted smile and reciprocated the playful act. Natasha and I were acting like teenagers and I can't explain how comfortable that made me feel.

“A part of me liked the idea of what happened. I’ve felt shame for so many years over the fact that he knew how my body reacted to the situation. I felt.... dirty.” I breathed a sigh of relief once the words dripped from my mouth. My truth. The idea of being taken advantage of. Losing my control. “Lily, having fantasies doesn’t make you dirty,” he whispered, moving until we were face to face again, “Allowing yourself to indulge while in a semi-controlled environment is the safest way to act out those feelings. Remember what I said about dominating your darkness?” I nodded, memories flooding my mind from the other night. Chaos.

He has tasted the forbidden fruit, and he knows that he will want to taste it again. He is weak, he knows. Weak and sinful and unworthy of his calling. But even as he berates himself, he can't help but think of Paul's touch, of the pleasure he found in that sinful act. And he knows that no matter how hard he tries to resist, he will always be tempted by the devil in the form of a beautiful man.

It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, which is saying a hell of a lot since I’ve done a lot of things. She doesn’t know. She can’t know. How she lives in my dreams, my fantasies. Sick, dark fantasies, most of them. The things I’ve done to her in my head… if she had the first clue, she wouldn’t want to come anywhere near me for fear of what might happen. How I would defile her tight, lush little body. She’s never been touched, not like that. What would it mean, being the man to break her? I can’t think that way. It’s dangerous. Even if I tell myself I have no intention of following through on any of my fantasies, thinking about it makes the temptation worse. Practically impos