Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

“Baby. I’m going to make you come so hard.” She meant it. Her fingers worked magic, finding every spot that made Cosima gasp. The pressure built and built until Cosima was shaking. “I’m close,” she panted. “Let go. I’ve got you.” Rev’s thumb found her clit at the same moment she bit down on Cosima’s neck. The combination sent Cosima over the edge. She came with a cry, her body going tight and then liquid. Rev worked her through it, gentle now. When Cosima finally went limp, Rev withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her mouth.

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

The pillows and blankets on here are so nice and comfortable… Too bad I’m about to ruin them because of, once again, the fucking devil and all his sadistic ways around me. And then, he says, “come for me now,” in the most powerful of ways to which I abide to in seconds. He smiles in satisfaction, taking his found out from me and licking it clean. “You taste even better than that brownie, Love,” he smiles again, this time leaning into me with his cock bulging out of his black boxers. Ignoring all the signs that I really shouldn’t what I’m about to do, I tug down his boxers quickly, watching his member spring out in front of me.

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

I look up at her and she places one knee on the couch before swinging her other leg over my thighs and resting her other knee on the opposite side. Her hands rest on my neck and she smiles, a smile that has nothing innocent about it. A smile of an angel for a body of demon. Because that's what Sasha is. She is evil, forbidden, a forbidden fruit that I am addicted to. And I will go to hell with her. I remove my arms from the back of the couch and place my hands on his back. She looks at me, attentively, her eyes rest on my mouth and I step back when she tries to kiss me.

Chapter 1 Sophia's Pov. I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my pussy already tingling. My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation. The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.