The Temptations Silent Night Novels & Stories

"These thoughts, Father... they're not just innocent. I think about him touching me in ways no one should, I imagine his hands on my body, rough and demanding, last night, I lay in bed and touched myself, pretending it was him, I spread my legs wide and rubbed my clit until I came, whispering his name." I heard him suck in a breath, sharp and quick. My pulse raced, he was affected, I could picture his face flushing under that collar, his body tensing, good, I wanted him to feel it, to struggle with it like I did. "Such thoughts are temptations from the devil," he replied, but his voice was lower now, almost strained. "You must resist them and ray for strength." Pray? I almost laughed, but I

I stand before them, Bible open, hands gripping the wood of the pulpit. And there, it all derails. I should speak of charity, of mercy, as planned. But the words get stuck. Instead, another truth, burning, imposes itself. I look up, meet her gaze. And I speak. — Brothers and sisters… There are temptations so insidious they seem to come from God Himself. A ripple runs through the congregation. — They do not present themselves as evil. No. They take on beauty, softness… They slip into our lives in luminous guise, until, without even realizing it, we are consumed.

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.

I smiled even though he couldn’t see it, sliding my fingers a little higher until they brushed against my soaked pussy lips, not touching my clit yet, just teasing myself while I talked to the priest. The thrill made my cheeks burn. “Maybe all of it. I want to feel clean again, Father. But I also want to keep feeling this heat. The way my body aches for it. Tell me, do you ever get tempted? You’re a man under those robes. You must know what it’s like to want something you shouldn’t.” The silence stretched. I could almost feel the air thicken between us. “Everyone faces temptation,” he answered slowly. His voice had dropped lower, sending a shiver straight to my core. “But we fight it with pr

Forgive me lord, I'm about to fall into temptation and I'm not ashamed, my pussy needs it. My body craves real touching, real care, and most of all, real fucking. I moan just from the thought, getting hot all of a sudden, I look myself in the mirror once more before going back to the living room to wait. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Silas, my temptation, is here already. He looks exactly like pure sin as I open the door, his arms are crossed and a smirk is on his face, he looks deliciously wrong…like what I know I shouldn't want but I need.

His eyes were doing things that I couldn't explain to my body. “You couldn’t sleep either?” I asked softly. He didn’t answer, just walked over and grabbed a glass, filling it with water beside me. His presence was too close and my body immediately became hot. The silence between us felt too charged because we both wanted each other badly but he chose to pretend. “I missed this house,” I whispered, almost to myself. “Missed how it feels at night.. . Peaceful.” He drank quietly, then finally said, “You should go back to bed.”

Silently and dangerously, lines had been crossed, and there was no turning back. The following morning, I discovered a note hidden beneath my door. > We have to talk. This evening. Don't act as though last night didn't occur. — L With my heart racing, I put the note to my chest. Outside, the city came to life once more, with horns honking, laughter, and the cadence of life acting as though nothing had changed. But now nothing seemed regular. Because I tasted temptation last night. It also tasted just like her.

I can’t form a response that isn’t an uninteligible sound, but that doesn’t seem to bother Ace. He hums against me, the vibration rattling my bones and blurring my vision. It’s becoming increasingly harder to fight off the orgasm barreling toward me so I can continue to enjoy this moment. But when Ace does the holy trinity with a swipe of his tongue, a thrust of his fingers, and his free hand squeezes my ass, I’m done for.

The last thing I want is to lose my well-deserved rest over a mess that doesn't involve me. -"Good night, dear," Ethan murmurs softly. I know how it goes from wrong and right Silence and sound Did they ever hold each other tight, like us? Did they ever fight, like us? We don't want to be like them We can make it 'till the end Nothing can come between you and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us (I know how it goes from wrong to right The silence and the noise Have they ever held each other tight, like we do?

“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.”