Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

Luca narrowed his eyes at the sass of the temptress, his breathing was ragged and he was hard but now he could see it. His little temptress was playing him with her charm, "Then I shall return the grace." He at once leaped and drowned her in a passionate kiss whisking away her senses. Like a proficient diver, Svetlana swam with him in his turbulent waves of desire. Luca brought his hand in her silky mane and his other hand stayed on her bare waist caressing her smooth skin, lingering. There were so into it that didn’t realize when Lana toppled her sandals flying and crashing on the dresser, the other landed similarly.

With a knowing gaze, he probed the depths of her being, unraveling the tangled web of her innermost longings. "What is it that you truly seek, Delilah? What emptiness gnaws at your core, driving you to the brink of despair?" Mammon's voice was a whisper of temptation, promising fulfillment at any cost. As Delilah grappled with the weight of her desires, torn between loyalty and self-interest, Mammon offered a Faustian bargain, a pact sealed in shadows and whispered promises. "Tell me your deepest longing, and I shall make it a reality, regardless of the consequences," he vowed, knowing that the price of her desire would be steep, a sacrifice demanded by the cruel calculus of fate.

I'm standing backstage in the strip club hearing hoe I'm introduced. "Our next performer is one in a million she's sexy, feisty and knows how to please a man give it up for The Seductive Temptress." the dj yells over the microphone and my music starts playing. I slowly walk from behind the curtains the men are shouting and howling at me. I appear on stage and make my way to the pole. All eyes are on me but I shut them out concentrating on the music I start to move my hips to the rhythm.

I deserve better, I deserve someone who genuinely cares about me and would love me beyond words. "I agree!" Ellie whispered. "You deserve someone better than Alexander! He's just a jerk. Though It sounds like he loves and cares about you so much. I wonder what's going to happen if he eventually has his way with you." "To my surprise, he sounded really sincere. He said he was willing to do anything for me to be his. I had never seen him that sincere!" "Before I started working with him, I was willing to give him my body but not anymore. It's just so sad that someone with a disgusting personality is blessed with a very hot body. I hope I'm able to overcome all temptation till all of these are

One rough sex could kill that one and yet he was telling me to call any amount and he would pay. At her comment, I gasped, “Guilty? Of what offense?” I asked “You know what! You know what happened last night!” As much as possible, I tried not to act nervous in front of her. Did she know that I am Red Temptress? “Shut up, I know you know everything that happened last night. You think I won't notice that you are the Red Temptress?” Letting out a scoff, I asked with folded hands, “What is Red temptress?”

She was so embarrassed that she felt like digging a pit and hiding in it. "Seems, you want more than a kiss huh? Just say the word and I will have you screaming and squirming on my desk." He told with a taunting smile. "Pervert!" She flushed, pushing him away. "Who's the pervert? You were the one who touched my dick!" He defended, his amusement growing. She was so innocent and shy, yet a temptress in her own way. Just the sight of her was enough to make him loose control. He fought so hard to resist the urge to spread her open on his desk and fuck her brains out.

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"

I ran my fingers over her again. “Waylon…please.” She gasped. “Do you want to come, Temptress?” I practically purred at her. “Yes.” She breathed. “Don’t you want to hear what else I’ll do to you?” My fingers froze against her. She nodded. “Use your words, Temptress.” “Y—yes.” Her breathing was labored.

We waited for almost two hours, staring at nothing when mom appeared from the kitchen, her hair was shattered as she tried to tie it a bun, her clothes were different and she was now wearing pajama, her upper clothe was a piece of gray tube that emphasizes her curves and flawless skin, showing her navel. She was fifteen when she had Wilson, his father was her boyfriend but she cheated. Six years after she started working as a stripper and well, she went out with other men for better income. She had me when she was twenty one, and her tragedy went on to Silver. She's now in her forties but she looks like she doesn't age, she was still the beautiful and sexy woman she was before.

She was a bombshell infact a true temptress indeed since she managed to captivate and draw my attention, she's got the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen and those perky nipples of her looked so fucking edible but yet adorable, they were raspberry pink and it left me wishing that I could have my tongue moving against them in my mouth. The way she’s dancing is incredibly sexy, swaying that cute little ass and taking languorous swings around the pole, Suddenly my dick is standing to attention. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, and from what I can tell in my peripheral vision, every other man in this joint is staring at this temptress on stage as well. She was almost done with her danc