My One Temptation Novels & Stories

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.

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.

This beautiful, devout young woman had just bared the deepest, most shameful part of her soul to me, and the extreme religious taboo of it all sent a dark, powerful thrill through my veins. I had waited patiently for this moment, for a lost lamb like Tia to fall so perfectly into my hands. “Tia,” I said, my voice low, authoritative, and filled with paternal care, “ordinary penance and a few Hail Marys will not be enough for this level of persistent temptation. Your body and soul cry out for a much higher form of spiritual and physical cleansing. A complete surrender to God’s will through strict discipline and total control. Do you trust me as your shepherd to guide you on this difficult path

“I can’t stop imagining things. Sinful things.” “God grants us strength to resist temptation. Pray for clarity.” “Oh, I have,” I purred. “But the images only get clearer. More detailed. For instance… right now, I’m imagining what you look like on the other side of this screen. I’m picturing your hands, Father. Those strong, consecrated hands. I’m wondering how they’d feel not holding a rosary, but tangled in my hair. Or gripping my hips.” A sharp intake of breath from his side. A long silence. I heard the soft sound of him shifting again, uncomfortably. “You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.”

I was half dripping at the thought. Back inside, Aunt Dolores has returned. The lecture continues. I quickly rushed inside. “…and when temptation knocks, you must slam the door. You must turn to prayer. You must remember who you belong to.” I nod again. My thighs are slick under the skirt. Every step rubs my swollen clit against damp fabric. I’m soaked through.

She didn't know what to do, next, she stopped, took a step back, and asked confusedly, "why does it feel different from the one before?" She just said the most seducing words and did the most seducing things with her clean and pure eyes. The unconscious temptation is the deadliest. "You are so beautiful." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were sincere. He could not longer hold back the broiling desire in him. It was driving him crazy. He leaned his body forward to kiss her.

Without hesitation, Luis Park let a tearful smile. "I will cherish this life and forever." He prayed. Then he stood up. He walked away. Far from the bridge, he saw 2 people. The mother of Nayna, Hide and the other woman. When he is near he stopped. "Congratulations son. You really took that hard. That bridge was actually "The Bridge of Temptations." Hide explained. "The Bridge of Temptations was actually a real temptation. The illustration of a real-life scenario. That bridge is also known as The Bridge Across the Time. It was depicted in your mind, soul and body. Your love ones will show up especially the woman of your life. " She explained.

After I look away, feeling an intense heat up my thighs, thinking how delicious it would be Hunter’s month on mine. Hunter is synonymous of TEMPTATION… Irresistible, delicious, forbidden and addicting, everything I’ve been running from right now in my life.

If temptation were a living, breathing being, standing before me in flesh and bone, it would be Joel. What kind of cruel temptation was this—wrapped in familiarity, bonded by fate, and delivered at my weakest hour? His arm slid around my waist, firm and possessive. And I let it happen. I didn’t push him away. Didn’t protest. Didn’t even pretend to resist. Time seemed to slow until there were only the two of us, standing there in the quiet corridor, staring at one another as though the rest of the world no longer existed. My gaze dropped unconsciously—to the faint red rope glowing softly between us, the bond pulsing like a living thing.