My Temptation Novels & Stories

I never look back, but his offer was very enticing the kind of enticing that you would not let go. “ do not keep me waiting then I know you want to. I know you want me to let you search yourself. Let me show you how.,” he whispers through the thick wooden barricades. “ let me show you how lonely you’ve been let me take away the loneliness you feel just let me,” he whispers one more. If temptation is what they teaches then this is the exact temptation I had made the exact one written in the Bible, the exact one that you cannot walk away from.

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

Holy crap, his tongue is so warm against my boob. The juices started to roll down inside my vagina. TO BE CONTINUED.

He whispers with a sultry voice, unbothered by her response as he bridges the gap between them. Mildred's emotions churn inside her like a storm threatening to break loose. She longed for him inside her, to fulfill all the promises he whispered. Mildred feels her defenses weakening. His words, despite their emptiness, held a seductive power over her. Her heart races, pounding against her chest as she struggles to resist his advances. A part of her aches to give in, to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his touch. But another part, the rational part, reminds her of the consequences of allowing herself to be played by Nelson's charms.

It slipped even more when he opened his mouth and left wet kisses on my neck, swirling his tongue in a circle on each spot he kissed. “Tell me you dont want this, Laura.” He said intro my neck as he continued his assault. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you this time.” “I—” I hissed in both pain and pleasure when he bit softly on my pulse point, and then moaned in pleasure when he licked on the spot, kissing it and soothing the pain. God, he was such an asshole. How could she resist him when he fought so dirty? “Invite me into your room, Laura.” He whispered, the words soft and full of temptation. He sounded a lot like the devil in that moment, she wanted to open her eyes just to see if

My heart is beating too fast—perhaps, too loud that I'm certain he can hear it through the screen. “In what way?” he asks carefully. I close my eyes. How do you confess to something you don't yet have a language for? A name for? How do I tell him my whole body feels like it's drowning alongside my thoughts? “I welcomed temptation,” I say instead. “I did not flee from it.” “Temptation comes to all of us,” he replies. “What matters is how we respond.” I swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I responded with… weakness.” Another pause—longer this time.

Now they were filled with her. Lena. Soft-spoken. Eyes like weathered poetry. That faint cinnamon smell that clung to her clothes and made his chest ache with something that felt dangerously like nostalgia. She wasn’t supposed to get to him. She wasn’t supposed to make him feel anything at all. He swallowed the scotch in a long, slow gulp, letting the burn remind him he was still in control—still the same man who had built an empire from ashes and ruthless ambition. But the truth felt more fragile than ever.

"Wait, are you drunk?" "No. What took you here?" he asked sharply and gulped down the wine. Her eyes widened and - her lips were... Sh*t ka Lianne get well. Be a good girl! She secretly scolded herself as her gaze dropped to its protruding chest. How hard is her chest? Lianne, what! You're a girl, okay? You're a girl. Do not give in to temptation. You are strong. "Pardon me, I brought myself here," she couldn't look into his eyes, "About your offer, Ah-"

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.

The second girl asked with envy in her voice. “Yes, I think those tabloids didn’t give justice to his appearance; he isn’t just handsome, but he is the male god, so handsome!!! You know what? I applied for the job in his office; tomorrow I will go for the interview. Imagine I am so near to my male god; if things go right, maybe there would be office romance.” The first girl enthusiastically talked with her friend while redoing her makeup. “I envy you; think about working together with Ethan Zandar, I am thrilled if only I get a chance, but congratulations, if you get the job, don’t forget to treat me with dinner and one picture of him.” The second girl said with slight jealousy.