Skin Sins Novels & Stories

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

Only thirty seconds later, Sinclair screamed out with the snapping of the first bone, followed by Kaia doing the same thing. “Girlies, get on the ground, it will make it a little easier.” I said quickly. They both drop to their knees. I noticed Sinclair’s back is covered in scars. Whip marks to be exact. I know firsthand how much whip marks hurt. These look very old. I furrow my brows, wondering what is the story. I will figure that out after she returns. Tonight needs to be a celebration and I won’t bring up bad memories for her.

He took Delina’s hand and kissed the back of it. “You look beautiful as always, Delina, even if your face is covered with the mask.” He complimented. Delina gave him a polite smile. “You flatter me too much, Milo.” She replied. The man was in his mid-fifties and was slightly chubby with the most questionable moustache in existence. He had an extremely outgoing personality and seemed friendly. But those who have done business with him knew he was quite ruthless and could be a terrifying man if you made him your enemy.

He looks so out of place; almost like he doesn't belong here; like he doesn't belong with him. I open my mouth to question his choice of clothing, but his cold touch causes a gasp to exit my lips instead. “You will get wrinkles if you frown everytime,” Sin says as he runs his thumb over my forehead. I feel my shoulders relax as his fingers lay soothing touches unto my skin. My eyes slowly close up. The frown is gone and my expression shifts to an expression that shows delight. I don't know where I am, but whatever this is, or wherever this place is, I never want it to end. I can stay an eternity with Sin, letting his fingers work magic on my body.

They were perfect for him to wear to his shop, showing off just the right amount of skin to tease and tempt his patrons. There was a reason that Sin was known as the demon of lust. He fed into it and off of it, sex seemed to ooze from his skin. The shower turned off and I laid his clothing on the bed, moving to the dresser to grab a pair of boxers for myself and slipping them on. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head as Sin came into the room. A fluffy towel tied around his slim hips. His wet hair was brushed back from his face, making him look younger than I knew him to be.

She realized that it was hardly ever good, but at least it kept her from marking up her pretty skin. The thought has her sighing, eyes tracing over the tainted hue of her skin that flushes and drains of blood, depending on where you looked, her motions having been so mindless that she couldn't stick to just one, having rotated through a cycle of pinching herself and twisting her skin, rubbing it raw in areas, leaving a trail of mismatched, damaged flesh in her wake.

Trigger Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, consensual sex, dirty talks, and adult themes. Intended for readers 18+ only. Desire doesn't look the same for everyone, and this collection celebrates every intoxicating form it takes. From stolen touches that linger too long, to late-night fantasies that refuse to stay quiet, Naughty Dripping Desires is an unapologetically sensual erotica collection filled with passion, power, and irresistible tension.

Same ache under her skin. She wasn't ugly, far from it. Nina had a quiet beauty of a smooth brown skin that glowed under the sunlight, large cheekbones which people complimented on, and a perfect set of brown eyes that always looked like they were sparkling but beauty hadn’t gotten her far, not with the kind of men who treated women like checkpoints on a game board.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?” Three men moved at once. First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over biceps. Each dropped at least five grand in crisp bills, letting it rain over Jade’s naked body. No words needed. This was Velvet Sin.