Forbidden fruit Stories

Shadows of Desire. In shadows cast by flickering light, A private dance unfolds in the dead of night. Her silhouette dances, a tempting tease, Eyes closed, lost in the throes of sweet release. Slipping her hand beneath lace and silk, Exploring the depths where forbidden pleasures bilk. Fingers tracing paths of fire and need, Unleashing desires, a wanton seed. The Forbidden Fruit. Each touch ignites a hidden flame, As she...

Thirty-nine years old 1519 Master’s dead. Master’s dead! I still can’t believe it’s true. My stomach knots and coils while I drag myself along the winding, hidden passageways leading to his workshop within the bowels of the monastery. I steady myself before opening the door, thinking about the way I’d left him. Regret tugs at my heart. Once inside, I slowly walk around the room. Everything is still as I remembered, yet it...

As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs, so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in. She quickly kn...

As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in. She quickly kne...