Sinful Indulgence Novels & Stories

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

Of course he did. She peeled back the wax seal. Inside was a single black page, etched in silver ink. No letterhead. No signature. Just ten simple lines: THE TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS 1. Never deny your deepest desires. 2. Pleasure is power—wield it ruthlessly. 3. Trust is earned through surrender. 4. Speak only truth—unless a lie is sexier. 5. Pain is a gift. Accept it. 6. Loyalty belongs to the one who ruins you.

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.

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.

They were just waiting for my command and they would already be on their knees taking my cock here in the middle of the hallway, without caring if anyone can see them or not. I passed them without even giving them a second glance, and they didn't even realize it was for their own good. Between me and Angelo, the difference is big. He loves whores and loves to use them in any way that pleases him. Kiss them, fuck them, and share them with his friends and business partners. Everything. But I...I don't find pleasure in these things.

One should commit the sins healthily. Feel greed, but don’t be too greedy. Be greedy enough to live a comfortable life not a luxury life which comes by snatching others comfortable life. Have pride, only when you achieve something. Show wrath when some one wronged you. Be jealous and make that jealous as your motivation and work hard. Lust, show your lust to the one and only person in your life. Be lazy only when there is no work. Eat, when you are hungry. But Louis Beatrice’s body was filled with all these sins which were irredeemable.

My hands devoured those solid thighs, thick and hard from his labour and travel. His abdominal muscles were so chiselled as to be statuesque. There was not a finer man in England as I bent my head down to worship him again and again. I never once considered if such passion was sinful, was this kind of position, not for creating children but purely for lust something to request forgiveness from? I no longer judged myself nor Fitz. If this was a life of damnation then I relinquished my keys to heaven gladly, for here was my bliss.

He kissed her sweet spot and then sucked on it, making her shudder and to clutch his arms more tightly. A satisfaction emerged inside him, by doing that new discovery of finding her body's most pleasuring part. He could feel her body loosening up in his arms. He could feel her body arousing in his embrace. He could feel tainting her innocence with his sin , inch by inch and that feeling was painfully pleasurable for him. And now he couldn't wait to completely ruin her with his prohibited desires for her. "You have fucked Arzal Grayson's sanity up , Princess , "

I sighed in my head because she had started her usual boring sermon again. "Always keep in mind that you are a great child; avoid bad companies and bad influencers; and don't fall into the trap of peer pressure. Is that understandable?" She demanded. "Yes, ma," I sneered with a dramatic salute, and I received a short smile from her. "Lastly, say no to casual sex or any form of sinful relationship; you don't need it now. This is the time to focus and go get your certificate in order to aim higher in your career. No going to illegal parties or indecent dressing! And always read your Bible and attend church. I hope we are clear." She launched out, and I nodded.

He looks at me with mocking eyes like I am the most stupid woman on the face of the earth. He doesn’t say anything, but his action speaks it all. I froze. My thoughts drift right away to the paintings Zed had purchased recently. Why does he need so many? Mr. D seems to have read my thoughts. “When a man cares for a woman with an unrealistic devotion, it’s already called obsession.” My heart must have skipped some beats because I suddenly feel dizzy. My breathing has also become shallow.