Sinful Indulgence Novels & Stories

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

Revolves the very concept of a person’s desire, the fault and very core that demons feed upon and angels cry for. THE LUST Lust, or lechery it is intense longing. It is usually thought of as intense or unbridled sexual desire, which may lead to fornication (including adultery), rape, bestiality, and other sinful sexual acts. However, lust could also mean other forms of unbridled desire, such as for money or power. THE GLUTTONY Gluttony is the sin that tells and depicts an overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste. As it means to gulp down or swallow.

~♧~• Pleasure is a sin. The body receives stimulation and pleasure is conceived no matter the circumstances, it does not matter who is producing the stimuli, the body will always react accordingly. That is why pleasure is a sin, most times those gratifyingly thrilling moments of sinful indulgence resulting in enrapturing, wholly consuming, addictive pleasure- override conscience and logic and makes us forget that every form of action breeds a corresponding consequence …. Or the word in plural. I felt awful, terrible, feeble and like the worst sinner to ever exist and I wanted to crawl out of my skin, but I could not deny that the Devil was tantalizing me.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

I begged, my voice all breathy and broken. My back arched off the table, pushing my tits into his rough palm as he pinched and tugged, mixing pain with that filthy pleasure that had my pussy gushing around his fingers. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you, Sophia? Sitting in my lectures with your cunt dripping down your thighs like a needy little cumslut.” His fingers sped up, fucking into me with wet, obscene noises, curling perfectly against my G-spot until my thighs shook and my toes curled tight.

He murmured, brushing the side of my face with his fingers. I shivered. "Micah you just want to fuck me." "Is it bad?" He murmured, still trailing the side of my face. Every touch his finger made burnt, my body was on fire for him. "It's a sin." I said more like a conviction to myself. He smiled, slowly. "You're allowed to indulge in as much pleasures as you want, there's no shame in that."

“But that was a mistake.” Hannah listened, her heart pounding a frantic, wild rhythm in her chest. She knew his games. She knew his cruelty. She knew that he would do anything, say anything, to get what he wanted. She knew that behind the calm, collected exterior, there was a dark, malevolent soul. This was all a part of a larger, more sinister game. He was playing with everyone.

She spread her thighs without hesitation watching me with dark, heavy eyes. “Touch me. Please.” I did. One finger traced her slit, gathering wetness, circling her clit until her hips jerked. She was soaked, swollen and trembling. “More,” she begged. I slid one finger inside her tight and she clenched around me, moaning my name. Not Uncle Xavier just Xavier.

The man with her does not want to see tears in her eyes for someone else. He envied Leonardo, another sin. And if she comes to count, she realizes that the man is one sinner. Pride for his mind, thinking, cleverness and wrong deeds. Greed for Alessandra’s care, love and affection. Lust for her body. Envy for the whole damn world because it is better than him for Alessandra. Gluttony for punishments, pain, sufferings, cries and begging. Wrath because of mistakes, lies and wrong words which he despises the most and lastly sloth, his lack of empathy and sympathy. He does not put effort into understanding others’ pain and feelings. He just thinks about himself and does not get aroused or happy b