How To Write A 'Dear Allah' Prayer For Guidance?

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents. He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending. Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend. But it's his stepdad who sees the real me— wet, needy, and aching to be ruined. One look. One whisper. One filthy promise. And just like that… I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy." This isn't just sex This is sin And it feels so damn good to be a sinner. Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy. This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release. And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies. Join the ride, if you can control the heat.

They fell in love young. They married young. She devoted her youth and her whole life to him, making him the centre of her world. But what did she get in return? Betrayal, heartbreak, and divorce papers. He had promised her the world; he had sworn to love and cherish her till death did them apart, yet he was the one who fell out of love first. He was the one who threw her aside like trash when he found someone new. His perfect new lover, the one who was promised to him for years,. He was the one who said, “Let’s get divorced. I don’t want you anymore.” After surrounding himself with wealth, fame, and success, he walked away from her without looking back. He forgot all the promises he made to her; he forgot all the pain and heartbreak he gave her. However, she did not. She remembered every single pain, betrayal, and heartbreak he caused her, making her swear to revenge on the day she was thrown away with those divorce papers. Now that God has finally answered her prayers, she's back in his life after five years, but not as his lovesick, devoted wife. She's back as the powerful Morin Heiress who wants to destroy him and have him under her mercy. Rayan Allen had everything in his life—look, money, fame, or success—name it all. He had everything under his feet except one thing. Her. The woman he failed to cherish and regretted letting go five years ago. Now that she’s back in his life with her little silly game of revenge, he's going to do everything in his power to make her his again. Anthea Morin was, is, and will be his forever, and he was going to make sure of that.

As the tittles says, I summoned him, expecting to be loved, worshipped, taken care of. What I received was a spanking to my bum and a scolding for my attempts. But I did win a daddy, a really strict one that I would always choose no matter what. This is our story. Warning this is a cgl story, filled with fluff. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

“You better be as long as the lengths you go to avoid me.” “Miss Patterson?!” he sounds flabbergasted. My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I see that he is at the far corner, sitting on one of two seats in the room. “Is that what you’ve chosen to call me? Can you moan that?” “Miss Patterson!! I am your priest! You ought not to show up like this in front of me and say vulgar things to me.” He tries and fails to sound stern. He was practically drooling. “Yet all you want to do is clasp your hand on my chest and listen to me sing praises to you.” “You are of the devil.” I nod, “I’ve been called worse. But is it okay for a priest to moan about the devil while inside me?” “Will you stop??” “I will, after I’ve had my fill with you.” Melanie Rose Patterson wants her priest, and will stop at nothing to get into his pants. Because no matter what his mouth says, his body wants her. What Melanie wants, Melanie always gets... until now.

“Spread your legs, princess. Daddy needs to see that dripping pussy.” He taught me how to beg properly, on my knees, with his fingers inside me, saying his name like it was the only word I knew. ..... He'd saved me from her, given me a room, safety, and a chance to breathe. Azeem was supposed to be my refuge, not my obsession. Off-limits in the worst way: the man who'd seen me broken and put me back together. But living under his roof meant watching him at night, hearing what he did behind locked doors, and realising the control he kept leashed during the day had always been meant for me. I didn't run like a sane human should. I got on my knees.

I love you so much till my eyes and heart don't want to open up to my circumstances. The state where you are the only one and I am one of you. I don’t care even if your common sense tells me to leave you. I still endure, with my character that has less trust in you. Whether my suspicion in excessive or you who really don’t put me first, you choose to leave, keep your heart away from me, throw away your feelings that you used to convey to me, then you act like we were never there before.