Tragic Temptress Novels & Stories

The lustful woman was unique, prominent for her seducing talent. Years back, the woman had fallen for the wrong heart. Typically, she wasn't scared of cheating. After falling for the young man, she cheated. Unfortunately, when the man knew, he pierced her lustful heart with a knife on her edge of ecstasy. That's how the one and only temptress died while waiting for her wave of ecstasy. She didn't c*m, instead she collapsed and died. Following her tragedy, men complained–claiming that he had killed the goddess of beauty. From then onward, the eighteenth birthday was marked as a great day of sexual release.

I saw his ogling at my breast, yes this wasn't planned, but for about five minutes his eyes were glued there. I felt incredibly offended and still angry at myself for gushing over his good looks, the man was unnecessarily rude and harsh. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, as my voice weakened, my confidence level was at an all-time low now. "You want to be a nanny?" He said and finished with a laugh, I sensed the sarcasm and the underlined insult. "Is it that the excuse you used to try and execute your pathetic excuse of a lure? You wanted to tempt me in, lure me in, nice, I'll give you a two out of ten, maybe an E for effort.'

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

“She’s your sister and I get that you want to see the best in her. But she kills, she runs drugs and guns, and she has a brothel. Don’t even start thinking that the fact that she runs that place with an iron hand makes it better. They are women, and men, being used for someone else’s pleasure.” “Have you ever been out of Maine?” “No.” “I went to Blanco once with a few friends. It was supposed to be a holiday. We ended up in this place we thought was a club. Women were dancing on the stages, men sat watching them. And I thought it was like my sister’s place. Until I went to the bathroom and saw that behind the red draping men did what they wanted to the women, they’d beat them, force themselv

“Laura baby, you gave me your trust once, and I let you down. Right now, I am asking for a second chance and I swear on everything I hold dear that I will never let you down again.” A sob wracked my chest but, oh, he wasn’t even done. “Please give me another chance and I promise to spend every single day of my life making it up to you.” Oh my poor baby. He looked scared. His eyes filling with even more dread at the sight of my tears, no doubt interpreting them as a sign of rejection.

“Ahh, your dress seems to have wanted a sip of the wine as well.” The side of her lip twitches again, twice this time. She must be really pissed now. “I would like to excuse myself and possibly change into something else.” I look down at her red dress, now dripping wet and desperately clinging to her body even more sensually than before. If the hour hadn’t been so close at hand, I would take out five minutes to get her screaming my name desperately and showing what she really feels inside. As always, she’s a walking temptation, testing my years of acquired self-control.

She got the impression he wasn't used to being in compromising situations. "But seriously though. You probably could've asked anyone off the street, so why ask the temp?" She set her coffee cup down on the table and putting her elbows on the table rested her chin in her hands and looked at him curiously. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx James leaned back his seat and eyed Skylar for a moment. "I needed it to be a business transaction. Less complications that way." From what he had seen so far he was sure Skylar would be able to fool his mother. She carried herself well, was charming and eloquent (when she wanted to be) and the fact that she was a complete bomb

"And now, for your pleasure and entertainment alone, I give you the Angel of Temptation that will have your hormones running helplessly wild. She's our club's main attraction and, undoubtedly, one of the most tantalizing women upon the face of the Earth! Hold your breaths before she takes them away, and try to keep your legs still even though you're bound to fail because when she dances, everything bows to Hannabelle's will!" announced The Red Rose's proprietor with the rough voice of one who had had too many drinks already.

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

A dozen women’s bodies lay piled below in the dark, rotting slow. Partial corpses, some still staring with open eyes like something had stolen their souls. This was where “she” tossed them after using them for her sick purposes. I had no doubt it was that witch who’d tricked us and tried to snatch my female. I’ve seen a lot on the front lines, but nothing this cruel. “Tempest is coming this way!” “Shit…” We were so stunned I didn’t hear her leave the cabin until her steps hit the doorway. “What’s going on in here?… ugh, that smell…”