Temptation Quote Oscar Wilde Novels & Stories

The whispers escalated, each path calling to us individually: Crimson: “Desire… power… pleasure. Take what you crave and be free.” Gold: “Control… safety… dominance. Sacrifice nothing, gain everything.” Silver: “Unity… loyalty… truth. Risk everything for one another.” Elliot’s gaze met mine. “We choose together. There’s no room for individual temptation. If anyone falters, it will cost us all.”

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

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Lily chuckled opening her red lips and touched Gwen's arms. "Karin can resist anything except temptation," my sister quoted and giggled. "Oscar Wilde! You're so smart, I like you." Gwen said with a light and melodic voice, like girls do when they want to be kind, and I rolled my eyes.

Wasn't it enough for a woman to rely on her body to conquer a man? "Little beauty, I miss you so much." Only then did Oscar see the charming Liya, dressed in a s*xy nightgown, walking over to him one step after another. His breathing quickened. Under the woman's nightgown, the bright red cherries and the lush forest loomed with a fatal temptation. Oscar was getting excited, and he couldn't think straight. His eagle eyes were shining with lust, and he couldn't wait to pounce on her and devour her fully.

Instead, I wrote one last message for Tanny, for the morning, when he awakes. I want that slipper. X V I did not expect an answer. The screen put a warning star up for an incoming message. No problem. What will you use tonight? I answered: Is this a topic suitable for a goddess and her knight? Of course! he replied. Open up and relax. One should celebrate masturbation as a positive and divine act, just like worshipping at your back door was. I challenge you to discuss your next hand job with your closest work colleague. Not a friend, though. Remember, Oscar Wilde suggested one should learn to love yourself before looking to others. I think it was OW. Let's check him out, later.

She even had connections to the peerage, and they’d spend anything just to look exotic, parading in their little glass boxes of wealth. But I was wondering if any of this was worth it in the end. Scarlett was angry at me, I could feel it from the hastily written text, the obvious punctuation and spelling errors that autocheck had not been able to correct. My chance at happiness with her was broken, lost to this temptress. “We don’t need a fucking united front, Odessa. Just do your fucking job and let’s get this over with,” I replied, keeping my voice low. “You know I like it when you talk like that,” she mused, shaking her head slightly. “Reminds me of that cool night in Barcelona when you l

“I am all wet right now. Totally Drenched from the thought of you. If you reach through this screen you could slide your sacred fingers straight into me. I would come instantly just from the blasphemy of your holy hand inside a sinner.” Elias’s mouth went dry. “Child—” “Say my name,” she interrupted softly. “Say it while you imagine tasting me.” He should have long rang the bell for the sacristan. Should have at least attempted fleeing from this temptation. Instead he heard himself whisper, “Delphine as she demanded.”

Around her neck, a diamond necklace gleamed, the deep sparling stones matching her dress and reflecting a dangerous allure. Ethan’s jaw nearly hit the floor, and he felt his throat go dry. If he hadn’t known her as Olivia, he thought she was a devil sent from the depths of hell, ready to claim his soul. And if she were a devil, he mused, then every man alive would gladly sin, just to follow her to the flames for a single glimpse. Time felt suspended as he watched her, mesmerized by her slow, sensual walk, each step a temptation drawing him in, daring him to commit any sin it would take just to close the distance between them.

"How can we stop now? Wouldn't that make me seem incompetent?" I thought he was going to let me off the hook, but to my surprise, he lifted me up by my hips. "I remember you like strawberries, don't you?" Strawberries? A chill ran down my spine as I recalled a risqué scene I had written involving strawberries. The female protagonist was naked, blindfolded, and bound in the kitchen, her body covered in strawberries. The male protagonist patiently fed her the strawberries one by one. My God... how perverted was I to have come up with such a scenario?