Temptation Just My Imagination Novels & Stories

James focused on it, swirling it as he continued, "She just started today. And I offered to pay her to be my fake girlfriend to get mom off my case because my dumb ass told her last week that I was seeing someone so she wouldn't set me up at brunch." "Seriously? Are you sure she's a temp and not an actress? Because she's not acting like a girl that's getting paid to be here," Adam looked back over at the table where Skylar and Julia were now chatting amiably. He turned back to James who was also watching Skylar and Julia. Adam smiled to himself. No, not Julia. Just Skylar. "Well," he said, standing and grabbing two drinks off the bar, "I hope you keep her around. She seems good for you, whe

Why do I feel more satisfaction thinking about a man who’s never even kissed me than I do after an entire weekend with my boyfriend? No. Not going there. I force myself to breathe. To be still. To let the guilt ebb. But deep down, I already know. This isn’t just about fantasy anymore. This is about temptation.

My mother claims he has enough money to buy and sell us all. And...I think that's when the fantasies started. When I started imagining William...buying me. Maybe he is the prince of darkness after all? Our priest is always talking about temptation at Sunday mass and how it can ruin a person's life. Lead them astray. Astray isn't exactly what I'd call the tremors that tickle along my inner thighs when William strides down the sidewalk, a king picking through the slums. What I feel is more like infatuation. Budding hunger. Curiosity.

She still doesn't say anything! Did you all hear that? She definitely told me to go higher! I think about my fiancée, who called me several times today, but I couldn't answer; I was too busy. And I know she'll start imagining things. And at this hour, I won't be able to see her; it's too late. Ma'am, I'm so tired! I must be hallucinating. Because I see she's spread her legs apart. I can see her red panties! Oh Lord, cast out the spirit of temptation!

This temptation came out of nowhere and I want to make sure I don't fall into its trap. "Oh," she muses quietly. Somehow, I know my statement isn't going to deter her. She's young and beautiful. She's obviously willing. And I've always had a fantasy of banging a hot co-ed on a table in the library. It would be so easy to get away with. I could just bend her over the table, grab that ponytail, and peel those jeans down. NO, I think strongly to myself. I'm not that guy anymore. I don't want to be that guy.

My God, what temptation and very dangerous! "Satisfy me tonight," I whispered, closing my eyes, ready for Edmund to take me to the seventh heaven. I want to be carried flying, far into the new space. I want him to shout my name when he reaches the climax loudly. Oh crap, Em! What's in your brain? My lecherous brain advises me.

The sermon I had prepared vanished. "Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory of a touch that makes the skin on your arms crawl even in the presence of the Holy Spirit. It is the scent of vanilla in a room full of incense." I gripped the edges of the wooden lectern until my knuckles turned white. The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The current even helped with the rub that I'm feeling. That made me so excited about doing me further. I couldn't suppress my imagination anymore, so I let my anxious and sinful mind play with the pictures inside my head. I imagined Nixon standing on the riverside, naked with his hugeness majestically stood there, tempting me to taste him. He slowly came closer to me wading in the river. His touch gently engulfed my chest. His hand slowly traveled down to my navel and then between my thighs.

"I've tried. Every night, I've tried to pray you out of my head. Every morning, I've begged God to take this temptation from me." "Did He?" "You know He didn't." His hand reached up, cupping my face as he used his thumb to race my jaw lightly. "You're the only prayer I can't stop saying." My heart slammed against my ribs, and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. "I've wanted you since the first time you confessed," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Every fantasy you described, I pictured myself there. And every sin you confessed, I wanted to commit."

“What’s wrong with doing all those things with me? I’ll have you know, many girls will scramble for a chance to be in a relationship with me. I’m a catch, you know.” “‘Reality can be beaten with enough imagination’. Yann Martel.” Silence. “What does that mean?” I gave a heavy sigh and went back to scribbling and striking out. This was going to be a very trying time.