Sinful Indulgence Novels & Stories

“Well, it seems like your friend may be so blinded by love that he is not doing the right thing for her and himself.” Morgan rubbed his chin. “Or maybe the girl’s pussy is just good.” Ava choked out a laugh and covered her face. “Oh goodness, I didn’t see that coming!” He laughed as well. “I don’t see any reason why he’s doing this. Could this be a problem with his childhood or something? Does he have some underlying emotional trauma?”

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

I was also tempted to get another good fuck here and now, in this car, but once we get, we won't be able to get over and repent from our sins. “I'm sorry to say to you, Little sis. The second you become mine, there's nothing like forgiveness or repenting….” He leaned closer, taking a spiral hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Only sin. We will continue committing sins for as long as possible.” I looked into his eyes, my face inching closer towards his and our lips locked in a hot kiss. Before I could stop myself, I left my seat and sat on his laps. Thank goodness Ricky car’s glass were tinted, so we won't get caught.

Instead, their entire soul was consumed by the highest members of the court. Each of the sins, when harvested, would be converted into multiple types of food, it resembled human food but different. Lust was sweet and juicy like the fruits of the human plane, gluttony was fatty, envy was sour, pride was juicy with a hint of blood like a properly cooked steak, wrath was spicy and always gave me heartburn, sloth was bland, and greed always tasted overdone and dry like burnt toast. A variety of foods were served and placed in front of us. I motioned for my poison tester to test the foods before I ate my meal.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

His fingers danced around her femininity, parting her delicately like petals of an exotic flower. Overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, she let out a gasp. "Your divine touch doesn't make me sinful," she managed to say between labored breaths. "How can something so pleasurable be considered sin?" Zavian chuckled softly before slipping his finger inside her again, eliciting another sharp intake of air from Emmeline. "Sin is always enticing," he murmured seductively. "Just like the forbidden fruit nestled between your thighs that yields its sweet nectar when squeezed."

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

What sin had I committed? ***

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus