Temptation Just My Imagination Novels & Stories

he asks, his voice low and careful, as if he’s scared I might say yes. I decide to go for it. “No, I’m not all right.” I don’t bother to fake a tremble, but I let my voice drop, softer and more honest than I meant. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…things I shouldn’t think about. Things I can’t say out loud.” He shifts in his seat, just a tiny movement, but I notice. “We all have temptations, Mara. The important thing is not giving in to them.”

And my mind—traitorous, twisted, broken—was already imagining things I had no right to imagine. What she’d feel like. What she’d sound like. What she’d look like spread out beneath me instead of Daniel. Whether she’d call me Daddy the way she called him, whether I could make her forget he ever existed, whether I could claim her so thoroughly she’d never think of him again. ‘Stop. You sick fuck’ I forced myself to move. To back away from the bed. I put distance between myself and temptation. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My cock was aching, demanding relief I couldn’t give it. Not here. Not like this. Not while looking at her.

I've always believed that I understand what temptation looks like. I imagined it to have a bad-boy smile, sharp cheekbones and most likely a motorbike. Girls of my generation fell for that kind of thing. I was surprised to discover temptation while drinking coffee at a polished kitchen counter, wearing a pressed collared shirt, and just so happened to be my best friend's father. The invitation had been sufficiently informal.

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.

“Maybe you were trying to help, but I’m not sure that’s really helpful. I mean, they were already judging me because of that stupid picture.” “They already thought I was sleeping with you. And then you went and threatened them. So I’m sure everyone now thinks I’m sleeping with you, when I’m not.” I snapped. “But you want to, don’t you?” His calm voice cut straight through mine. The room went quiet. “Wait…What?” I let out a nervous laugh. “I said, you want to, don’t you? And what I mean by that is I know that you want me to fuck you. You want to experience what it feels like to have sex with me.” He taunts with a smile on his face.

He pointed down the hall, “But this is your room so you can get settled in the meantime.” “Thank you.” He nodded in response and left for a different room just opposite mine. Fuck. Define temptation in one word.

Indiana would go bananas if she we were here. “I’m nineteen, my favorite color’s black, and I don’t do anything in my leisure time.” “You serious? There must be something you love doing. Cooking? Hiking? Tailoring? Movies?—” And he kept on listing a variety of activities that I hadn’t done in my lifetime. Allen Ian was out of league, he was a moon gracing everyone with his presence, while I was barely a star striving to survive. “What about you?” He topped mid-sentence at my question. I surprised myself as well, I never thought I could have the guts to speak out. I was just a feeble girl that lived to the standard of her mom and sister.

He would be so starved for the taste of me that he would pull me down on him and the moment I’d sit on his face, his hot wet tongue would shove into my aching sheath. I heaved a shaky sigh. For fucks sake, why did I keep doing this to myself? As if having fantasies about him wasn’t bad enough, I was now having them in public. And directly in front of him. He wasn’t better off either, from the looks of it. His lids had fallen over his eyes and he was now giving me that look. The one where he watched me through hooded eyes, channeling an incredible amount of intensity into one look and making it impossible for me to think about anything else but him.

Instead of al-ways doing what I want to do. Now, I could see that I was fucking delusional. Maybe if she'd worn a paper bag over her miserable face then she'd pass as the most beautiful girl at the Prom. But with the tears that she was holding back and the awk-ward way that she moved down the stairs, I felt like get-ting my motorbike and going around town. Fuck the Prom. At least I would have a better time. "Don't you want to go anymore?" I whispered to her, but she ignored me as her mom yelled out, "Cheese!"

“No, I understand you clearly. Long distance relationship is never easy amidst all temptation outside the relationship” “Yeah, temptation! you are right. While Finn and I had a great time together, I had wished it was Zane and I allowed my head to lead and my heart followed. I imagined Finn as Zane or is it Zane as Finn. Finn gives me butterflies in my belly, I.. I am not sure if I'm in love with him too” I paused; “Maybe because of my imagination or maybe it’s just a mere lust or infatuation or something” I shut my eyes and sniffed deeply.