Sinful Temptations Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

I sighed in frustration before picking up the call, after a few absent minded replies, the call ended and I was once again pulled into my never ending fantasies. Having two ladies at the same time, taking them over and over again until they beg me to stop, has always been one of my many fantasies but years of being swamped with company work had made me forget about it until a few months ago, when the urge was once again reignited. From the first time I laid my eyes on Camila and Vivian , I have been fighting demons and my self control has become a joke. Every damn day, they show up in skirts that could not legally be considered professional clothing, shirts that clung to their curves and hee

I sighed when he removed his hand and watched with widening eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking off every bit of me. “And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmured, spinning me so he can kiss me. “Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argued against his lips. “It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slid into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.” “What kind of sins?” I teased, running my hands down his sides. “Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”

“Not just the consequence meted out by an aware, awake society built on the sometimes sturdy pillars of law and order, but the true, inescapable, sometimes damning consequences of a Holy Father who sees all and, from that, will bring balance to one’s eternal soul, righting wrongs, if need be, in often mysterious, unavoidable ways. “Do you understand?” Her chair squeaked as she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk bracketing his now infamous file. “To allow you to walk back into the lion’s den of potential temptation, the apparently unavoidable sin of young, innocent flesh, is a test. Should you fail, there will be consequences.” Her fingers laced into boney, pale fists. “Not just from our

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They came seeking comfort, guidance, and hope in an increasingly uncertain world, finding all of this and more in her presence. "The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing." She looked out over the pews. "We must resist temptation in all its forms, particularly those leading us astray from the path of righteousness. Premarital relations, adultery, and the sins of lust are chains binding the soul and separating us from God's grace. They promise pleasure and deliver only emptiness, offering freedom while providing only bondage." Her voice carried the weight of absolute conviction, the certainty of someone who had never wavered in her faith and never experienced the temptations she warned aga

She didn’t realize that she is getting into the scheme of sin that HE wanted her to dwell, and more than what He expect of her to be. “Perfect!” Everyone’s eyes sparks with adoration. While the lights of the camera’s continue to role. Farah is reading the innocent human’s heart that are all tainted with the sins and worse. “Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Pride, and Lust.” She whispers the sin’s name one by one. “This world is corrupt and beyond saving.” The reality that no one can even deny, yet it is all according to plan and all according to the wish of one. And none of them have a say to anything nor the right to even change a little thing.

She was temptation incarnate, a walking blasphemy in fishnet stockings and red lipstick. 'Sandra,' I said, forcing calm into my tone, 'these acts... they separate you from God's grace. You must repent.' 'Oh, I repent, Father. Every time I come here, I repent with you.' Her voice dropped, husky now. 'Tuesday, I hooked up with two bikers after my shift. They took me back to their garage, bent me over a Harley and took turns fucking my mouth and my cunt. One had this massive cock, veiny and throbbing, that stretched me so wide I screamed. The other gripped my throat while he pounded my ass, calling me their dirty little whore. I swallowed every drop they gave me, Father. Tasted like sin and sal

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.