Silent Night From The Temptations Novels & Stories

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.

she whispered meekly and tensed up. " Not so tense after all, it is much easier to learn when you are relaxed." There was an eager expression in his eyes and he let his hands slowly go lower, down her upper arms to her hips. Alissa sat petrified in her chair, she just couldn't move and prayed that he would finally leave. But the opposite happened, he pushed his hands on her bare skin along the waistband of her pants and then slowly upwards. He rubbed her breasts and squeezed hard. A scream of pain escaped her while he groaned with pleasure and began to massage her breasts. "They're so tight and firm, not like your mother's," he whispered in her ear. "Like Angela, soft and firm." Her friend's

The doors closed, and the silence was only interrupted by the soft hum of the motor. Suddenly, cold fingers made contact with my skin, tracing the contour of my back, very close to the edge of my dress. I tensed immediately, holding my breath at that clandestine caress. The worst part was that I knew it was Dylan trying to wring a moan out of me. Then, another hand joined the silent game; this time it was my man, but I wasn't in the mood for games. I squirmed, pissed off and deeply uncomfortable. I wanted to slap that smug smile off Dylan's face.

Forgive me lord, I'm about to fall into temptation and I'm not ashamed, my pussy needs it. My body craves real touching, real care, and most of all, real fucking. I moan just from the thought, getting hot all of a sudden, I look myself in the mirror once more before going back to the living room to wait. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Silas, my temptation, is here already. He looks exactly like pure sin as I open the door, his arms are crossed and a smirk is on his face, he looks deliciously wrong…like what I know I shouldn't want but I need.

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.

We are a story that refuses to end. I opened my eyes and met Silas’s twilight gaze. “Start humming.” The words left my lips, a treason against the peace we had bought, a covenant with a creature of chaos. But they felt right. They felt like the first true thing I had said in this sterile hell. Silas’s smile was a blade of triumph. “An excellent choice.” He closed his eyes, and the familiar, discordant tune began once more. This time, it was different. It wasn’t a casual noise to break the silence; it was a focused, resonant thrum that seemed to vibrate in my very bones. The white walls of my cell seemed to shiver in response, the light flickering for a fraction of a second.

The skin slapping sound filled the room. She moaned loudly and he leaned down. His front slide on her back as he pounded inside her. He gently placed kisses on her back as she released under him. Few more thrusts and he groaned with release. He placed his head on her back, careful not to crush her beneath him. His tears fell on her back and her tears disappeared in soft mattress. "Just once, tell me that you still want me." He pleaded. She opened her mouth to say yes but her phone buzzed and she saw Rancho's name on the screen. Her heart took a back seat and brain took the lead.

Low and deep, the single word carried an unconcealable excitement, yearning, and lust. For a few seconds, absolute silence dominated the clearing. The hoots of the night owls, the whistle of the night breeze, and the constant titters of the night crickets all disappeared. For a brief moment, it was as if time itself had stopped. There was absolute silence. “Mate…it’s you, isn’t it?” The thrilled voice of the entranced female cautiously rang out again, the slight tremble in her tone conveying her nervousness. Thud…thud…

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

The Man who can't even understand his chaotic temptations towards her, how will He pronounce them in words? Viso blinked hearing her foreign words. Nobody has ever said this to her. Nobody listened to him, except for her. She used to listen to him a lot. But she is gone, forever. Isabel was like her, Sweet and calm. A current ran through his body and Viso removed her hands from his face and looked away from her. He took a few deep breaths, to end the darkness that crept in his mind which pushed him not to go there.