Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 13.

I was weak.

The spirit called and I surrendered myself in its wake. The flesh desired to sin, my flesh, as I took the bait and stood underneath the icy water ' pouring from the showers , my skin dotted with goosebumps. The liquid soap spilled between clenched fingers was like a soundless siren, beckoning me to engage in the activity I so grew fond of.

Masturbating.

The flesh between my legs , my cock, hardened , begging for me to pleasure it as I regurgitated the conversation between me and Teresa.

" No masturbating," her voice, silk smooth, penetrated through the back of my head as I slowly fell into temptation. I watched with reddened eyes as my hand trailed lazily along the stiff cock, drawing a sharp breath as I felt my spine tingle with much anticipation. My heart beat piqued up, the familiar sensation drawing me closer and closer to sin.

Then , vivid images of her started to shift and turn inside my brain. Be it her humble smile, her infection laugh, her intense bewitching eyes , pink plump lips , the innocence underneath her garments...I couldn't stop , as my hand squeezed around the base of my cock, immediately paralyzed with lust and slight guilt that seemed to hold me back temporarily before the breeze of pleasure whispered past me.

I couldn't stop once I imagined her raw and naked , lying on my bed, her features exaggeratingly sexy. I had never seen her naked but my mind shifted images of what she might look like undressed. High breasts with nipples as hard as pebbles , waist so slender , flat tummy , thighs like pearls , so soft and round and the treasure buried between clenched thighs, clean , unshaved , sleek and glistening ...

I couldn't stop ! The rhythm was urgent and fast , letting out shuddering breathes as my mind persecuted me with endless portraits of her innocence, creating a wild dance that wouldn't sate , not until my knees buckled under the weight of self pleasure. Every vein , every artery , that ran along my cock , enriching it with blood sending bounding pulses along my shaft felt punishingly good, I needed to release . I had to release. To sin...

Lead us not into temptation ,yet here I was , walking into the blazing inferno of sin , the scathing heat leaving me unbothered as the determination to fulfill the needs of the flesh left me yearning for more. Sin tasted good, so good as I watched my hand stroking furiously along , stroking every centimeter , leaving no inch unappreciated. The beauty of self pleasure...the beauty of her innocence. Fuck!

With each stroke, I drew closer and closer to gratification , each touch left me feeling dizzy and languid my balls retracted towards my body before-

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Three long ropes of hot cum shot furiously from the heated glans , watching them land carelessly on the bathroom wall , some trickling down my length in a lazy stream. I was done. Finished. Chest heaving , out of breath , knees trembling.

My wet back slammed against the wall behind me, defeated by the lethargy brought by ejaculation. I watched with guilt as my cock deflated , cum still trickling down as the shower washed it away...washed away my sin. Suddenly, I felt disgusted....guilty. The guilt of masturbation. Something so akin...probably because I fantasized about sucking her tits...the sweet innocent nun?

Right after she'd made me promise not to sin. The movement of her mouth when she spoke...damn it! I'm fantasizing again.

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Underneath the moon's bashful light, I turned a page , eyes brushing through the words as I read silently. Aaron had lain on the couch, his snores soft and inaudible . He'd spent the last two days typing away at his computer, the darn essay I was yet to consider doing . Having been worn out by the exercise, he casually fell asleep on the couch , to wiped to even make it to the bedroom.