Sinful Poems Novels & Stories

~♧~• 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.

She closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the closed blinds. Her phone buzzed. Roman: You made it. Another message followed almost immediately. Roman: Leave them open tonight. Lila stood, walked to the window, and pulled the blinds open just enough. The courtyard was dark. Across the way, Roman’s window was lit. He stood there shirtless again, looking straight at her. He lifted his phone. Roman: Good girl. She left the blinds exactly like that and climbed into bed. She slept restlessly, waking several times during the night. Every time she woke she checked the window. His light stayed on for a long time before it finally went out.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

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.

But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time I’m Mazikeen, here’s my story SINFUL AND FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ARE LIKE A POISONED BREAD; THEY MAY SATISFY APPETITE FOR THE MOMENT, BUT THERE IS DEATH IN THEM AT THE END TRYON EDWARDS I could remember vividly the good old days, back then when we were all still in Heaven singing praise and worship to the Most High—yea don’t fucking look surprised, I was once an angel. A hot sexy angel as a matter of fact but it took only a bad decision to take all that glory away. Now I am what you know

Steam rose around them as he lifted one of her legs and slid into her from behind again. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Ara whimpered, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” Damon taunted as he thrust deep and slowly, teasing her. “Every time you sit at that desk trying to write, you’re thinking about my cock stretching this tight cunt.” “Yes…” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave you even when I’m writing.” He started fucking her harder, pressing her breasts against the glass. His hand reached around to rub her clit in fast circles while he edged her cruelly, bringing her right to the brink, then slowing down.

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.

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.

Every horrible sin humanity ever committed pours into my head at once. A father describing how he crept into his daughter’s room night after night. A nun confessing she poisoned her entire convent so she could fuck the local bishop on their corpses. Kings boasting about wars started just to rape the conquered women. Priests detailing how they sold children for power. Mothers admitting they drowned unwanted babies while touching themselves. The voices overlap, scream, moan, laugh. Every depraved act, every betrayal, every sick desire floods me. I clap my hands over my ears. It does nothing. The sins sink further.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar