Sinful Temptation Novels & Stories

Daniel whispered again. I can’t say no anymore because my body shows I want to keep doing what he’s doing. Daniel is very skilled in bed. He is well aware of my frailties and how he can heat my body and make me unable to say “no.” Within seconds, he had my whole body on fire. He could quickly drive my mind crazy. How many women have fallen for these enticing touches? How many women have screamed because of his skillful tongue and fingers? How many women want to be pierced by his manhood again and have a blissful, intense orgasm?

~♧~• Pleasure is a sin. The body receives stimulation and pleasure is conceived no matter the circumstances, it does not matter who is producing the stimuli, the body will always react accordingly. That is why pleasure is a sin, most times those gratifyingly thrilling moments of sinful indulgence resulting in enrapturing, wholly consuming, addictive pleasure- override conscience and logic and makes us forget that every form of action breeds a corresponding consequence …. Or the word in plural. I felt awful, terrible, feeble and like the worst sinner to ever exist and I wanted to crawl out of my skin, but I could not deny that the Devil was tantalizing me.

“She wants to get you off fast.” It’s beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can’t seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame—and now I’m in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I’m having a four-way in my bedroom. I’m being offered a blow job and I want it. This is temptation and I’ve been taught it’s wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much. But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.

“Have you ever touched or sucked boobs?” Father Alex, trying to keep his emotions intact and get away from them, but couldn't, they had him against the sofa. “Do you understand the consequences of what you're doing? You're trying to seduce a priest.” He said, his voice unsteady and husky. “Sasha, moaning his name, while he fucks us, will feel so damn good.” Felicia chuckled, her hands roaming around his body. “I rebuke this temptation, this instant. Holy Mary, I seek thee to help me out of this temptation, I…”

The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop. "We speak of the flesh as a vessel, but sometimes, the vessel is a furnace," I said, my gaze fixed solely on the back of the room. "We pray for deliverance, but do we truly want it? Or do we secretly crave the burn? Do we find God in the light, or do we find Him when we are gasping for air in the dark, our bodies betrayed by a desire so sharp it feels like a blade?" The congregation shifted uneasily. “As Christians, we must acknowledge the sweetness of the fall." I shook my head. “No, we cannot pretend it doesn’t exist; otherwise, fewer people would fall. Temptation is alluring. You are caught in the space between duty and desire.”

The air smelled faintly of chalk and old varnish, a scent I’d come to associate with the sound of his voice. He was already at the podium when I arrived, sleeves rolled, tie loosened just enough to look careless. He never looked careless. “Today,” he said, “we examine the nature of temptation as described in the Epistle of James. ‘Each one is tempted when, by his own desire, he is dragged away and enticed.’ Notice desire itself is not the sin. The surrender to it is.” He let the words settle. Then his eyes lifted, searching the room. For a heartbeat, they found mine.

"Please don't." "Shut up," Father Cadwell said, his voice now colder and more dangerous. "You have let sin take over. You have let temptation in your heart, and it's time to cleanse you." The word didn't make sense at first. "Cleanse?" I said. Father Cadwell exchanged a look with Father John, one that carried a silent agreement.

“I’m saying temptation only works if there are consequences. Otherwise, it’s indulgence, and indulgence doesn’t make stories. Sin does.” “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to discuss something that has to do with my sins to you…” The girl that had been staring at him, smiled and shook her head, agreeing with him, even if she had no idea of what he was talking about. I opened my mouth to mutter a response, but nothing came out. I turned back to the book in front of me, refusing to think about Dorian’s hands on my lap the other day he’d been at the office.

His voice pulled me back, low and patient. I blushed, shifting in my seat. “Yes, Pastor. I… I was just thinking about the verse on temptation.” He studied me for a long moment, those kind eyes darkening slightly. “Temptation is a powerful thing, isn’t it? It creeps in when we least expect it and makes us question everything we believe we should resist.” My breath caught. The air between us suddenly felt charged, thick with something unspoken. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my skirt ride just a little higher on my thighs. “It does,” I whispered. “Sometimes the more we try to fight it, the stronger it becomes.”

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.