Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

... these temptations. Shealmost succeeded, but then she made the mistake of shutting her eyes, and her imagination picked up the erotic film just where it had left off, and her pussy began to pulse again with need.

I should not have come to visit Marie. She thought. She knew it now. She had heard bad things about her "deviant" French relatives from her parents, but she had also felt a growing wanderlust building in her for some years and needed to explore before committing to a life of service.

Now, that itch to travel seemed to have moved to another craving. A little buzzing kernel of chaos radiated between her soft thighs. An overwhelming Anima in her shouted for attention. She had never been so horny in her life. She never would have believed beingso desperatelyin need of the touch of another human being was evenpossible. At that moment Naomi intimately understood where bestiality and incest and rape and all of the other horrible sins of the flesh came from. They came out ofthis place. This mind thick with a lustful heady madness.

A dark part of Naomi that she had never allowed to surface before rushed up from deep inside her. She was losing control, and once again, her sinister left hand betrayed her. It was no longer clutching the crucifix on her chest but was instead gripping her chest. Her soft right breast was in her hand and it felt glorious. It was as if a billion nerves she had never noticed were radiating in bliss. She imagined it was James's strong hand ...

... and was utterly stunned by how much pleasure her breast could give her. She squeezed it until it hurt, and then the pain only seemed to mature into a more profound pleasure. She gasped and moaned, feeling as if she was losing her mind and slowly coming to love the experience.

Behind her half-mumbled prayers about sins and deliverance and temptation, she could hear the light gasps of rhythmic breathing and the muffled moans from the lovers in the other room. The imaginary porn reel continued to spin and splice its sinful scenes into her best attempts to imagine nothing but saintly shrines and the face of the Virgin Mary.

Suddenly, her Luciferian left hand viciously pinched her right nipple, and everything around her flashed In a hot white light.

Naomi was unsure if she had slipped into a dream or if she was still awake, but she seemed to be having an out-of-body experience. She was looking down on herself…only it wasn'ther. She didn't recognize the sweaty young woman who was naked and writhing on the crumpled bed sheets covered in a sheen of sweat.

This girl's fingers were no longer clutching the golden cross on her neck. Instead, the fingers of one hand were plunging rhythmically in and out of her tight sex while the other hand moved in between frantically rubbing her hard clit and pinching her painfully swollen nipples as she writhed in ecstasy.

It was Naomi, butNOT the shy girl she had always known herself to be. This version of her lookedpossessed in need of ...