Sinful Temptations Novels & Stories

Holy. She exhales, slowly. “I’ve been having… thoughts, Father. Bad ones.” My fingers tighten on the edge of the bench. “Impure thoughts are common. Tell me more, so that I may guide you.” Another pause. Then: “They’re about sex. A lot of sex. With more than one man at a time.” The words hit me like a slap. My cock twitches in my blacks, traitorously, instantly. I swallow hard. “That’s… a serious matter. Describe them. In detail. So that we might understand the nature of the temptation.”

“I don’t want anyone else looking at you and feeling the way I do right now.” “Yes? And how’s that?” “Hungry, out of control, the want is making my body burn. I can’t think.” “Oh.” “Yes.” Cass slid her hand higher, moved the flimsy piece of material covering her wetness aside, and slipped her finger into the wet heat. “Come onto my lap.” “I’ll make your tux dirty.” Olivia gasped as the finger inside her became two. “You do look so damned good in that tux.” “Fuck the tux, Liv.”

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

The way he often woke me up from sleep showed that he had a strong appetite, I thought he was insatiable. I didn't regret any of it until now, after what my dad said. I've screwed up. And it was my fault. Even though I wanted to sleep with Mr Wilson, I could have stopped it but the way he pleaded and my desire for him was so strong that I decided to give into the temptation and deal with the consequences later. "Sophia, what's on your mind?" My dad asked, snapping me back. "N- Nothing dad. I uh... I really appreciate your advice and I assure you my reasons are not as absurd as you may think."

I held tightly to the pillow while silently waiting for the glorious moment at the end of our sex. I feel guilty about myself these days. His daddy is my boyfriend, but I let him have me on this cold night. This is a great sin against God and my dear boyfriend, but I am also only human and can't be exempted from temptations, temptations that are brought by the tempter that is hard to avoid. Maybe it was right that Satan really knows your weakness, and he will use it to sum up a great mistake with you. I closed my eyes every time he buried his manhood in the depths of my cave. I let out low grunts because I don't want people outside of this house to hear us.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

“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.”

Turning it into a place of sinful confession and the pleasures of the flesh and hence bringing damnation to us. The. END