Tempting Sinful Touch: I Corrupt Him with My Body ♕

We Were Young and Inexperienced

Imagine a time before Rose was the sexy and free diva slut I am now. I was young and inexperienced once too. I did have a tempting sinful touch, I would find out. Sometimes awkward, I was so nervous around my crushes. Troy was the same. Despite stuttering and sweating when we saw each other on campus, he asked me out and I said yes. Our first date was chaste, just a hug at the end. Our second date ended with a kiss on the lips. These days were FAR from my future foot orgasm fetish.

By our fourth date, we were making out on my couch. My roommates teased me later. Didn’t I know he was a big prude? Troy was super religious and saved himself for marriage. Everyone knew that. He never mentioned it I thought. I found out the hard way. My nerves were gone. I felt super comfortable with this kind, funny, and hot guy who treated me like a goddess. We were grinding on my bed. We were lost in tempting sinful touch. This was the fifth or sixth date and I was wet and ready for sex. Little did I know, he was not. I guided his hand up my thigh, and he could feel I wasn’t wearing panties. Troy stopped.

Tempting Sinful Touch Made it Worse

After that, we sat and talked. He said he was raised very religiously, and though he didn’t believe everything his parents had pounded into his head, he was chaste and saving himself for marriage. Marriage?? What next? Women should be in the kitchen? We talked and talked. I couldn’t help it. He was so hot and I wanted him. He would be mine.

First, I made sure to dress very sexy on our dates. Accordingly, this wasn’t heels and fishnets kind of street sexy. I went for subtle sheer shirts that showed my breasts and nipples advertising a tempting sinful touch. His eyes were glued to my ass in my tight, knee-length skirt. Next, I played up my face with delicate makeup. Troy was in a trance watching me put on lipstick.

Finally, I put the moves on him. We would go on dates. After, at my place or his we would talk and then start kissing. Still, I remember those kisses. We were so passionate. He was restrained, barely.

Not Able To Hold Back

I respected his decision to wait until marriage. But, I was so horny. Little did I know, I was also discovering a passion for seducing unavailable men. Troy was almost available. He would moan. When I say moan, I want you to imagine him sounding in pain, tortured by my kisses. We would press our bodies together and grind. I would pant, wanting his cock inside me.

We lasted three weeks. That is how long it took me to persuade him to get naked. In fact, he might have thought that he would be able to resist. After all, our clothes came off and there was no more self-control against my tempting sinful touch.

You. Me. Religion. We can play with these ingredients in so many ways. One way might be me dressing up… what kind of religious costume would you have me wear? What would you want to hear me say? Let’s play. Call me.