Writer: Silviaz
Subject: Temptation
Link: Tumblr 04.07.2024
Temptation
Pastor Greg is a strong determined man who wishes to lead his flock in the right path. He stood at his pulpit.
“Sodomy is a sin against God in heaven let no man deceive you,” he said, “Love is love, is a lie, to cover that vile sin, and I will keep preaching until I fall to my grave. Don’t give into this dark depraved evil. If you are a homosexual you are bound for hell. Repent of your sins, and seek God’s divine help, to attain salvation.”
Greg stirred up a lot of controversy that way, the way he preached it was like he’d just unload a machine gun into the room with words of fire. Greg soon got enemies on both sides of the fence, The liberals called him a menace to society a plague of hate. While Christians said he was a driving people away from the love of Jesus.
Greg didn’t care he was not about to just cave in cause some people got their feathers ruffled. He is not going to change the way he preached just cause some people get offended and he was balls to the wall hardcore to the point he had put in place a sin tax on people if they broke the rules.
Greg is iron clad nothing gets through his thick outer shell when women threw themselves at him he just brushed them off, soon he was on the path to the big league with other pastors nervous that he’d over take them and become the next biggest thing in American religion. Greg didn’t care about the lime light he didn’t care about tv interviews or whatever he was all about consistency hard work and dedication.
However, Pastor Greg should have kept his big mouth shut. Soon, the young pastor, who was twenty-five, married with a few kids, would come across something that would change his life, forever. If one were to tell you, a giant had been slain by a small bug, you’d laugh but isn’t that how empires fall, as well, in the end Rome lost to a bunch of savages.
So, Greg is walking down the street. His usual, strong, masculine, confident self. His eyes seem to speak, as if to say. “I am an alpha male, don’t you fuck with me.” Even the bikers, when they saw him, stepped aside. That’s when something caught his eye. Greg turned to see a store a high-heels store, with a pair of jet black fine heels for sale, that cost a lot of fucking money.
Greg felt strange as he stood there peeking into the window of the store — just watching these pair of black high heels — and almost salivated at them. Greg had always been curious about heels but something about this pair spoke to him. So he walked into the store and just stood there watching them looking at them.
“Want to buy that as a nice gift for your wife?” the store owner smiled.
Greg panicked a bit, as he could not bring himself to say, they are, in fact, something he would like to buy.
“Sure why not,” he just blurted out.
“Women love a pair of these rockers,” the owner said.
“Rockers?”
“That’s what some folks call high heels, you know — rockers.”
“So what’s your wife’s size?” the owner then asked.
Greg panicked a bit but he was also a calm and calculating man.
“Give me the largest size, cause my wife is a big woman.”
The owner smiled and gave him a pair that would fit his legs perfectly. As Greg took the box in his hands, he could feel a trembling of his whole body. He just purchased a pair of jet black high heels for himself — what was he going to do with them — when he got home, the wife and kids were away, so he just put them away. But then, he just told himself, I’ll just keep them as a collection.
A few days would pass by he questioned his true intentions with those high heels for deep down, he knew, he bought them to wear them. The next time his wife and kids were away, he put them on, and looked at himself in the mirror. He got excited. He just laid down, and started to jerk off.
He felt an arousal that he’d never experienced before. Greg came hard wearing the pair of high heels. Then, in a moment of intense lust, he just came in his hand. That’s when he panicked and didn’t want to get caught with cum in his hands — so he just ate it.
Greg felt the salty taste> He wanted to spit it out. He wanted to rinse his mouth out with mouth wash. He put away the high heels, vowing never to do it again. But we both know this was just the beginning.
Greg would have private pleasure sessions with his pair of high heels whenever he got the chance to do it. But what haunted him the most was the sweet, yet bitter taste of cum, as whenever he had his private session he made sure to eat his own cum.
Soon Greg needed more of this feeling. He wanted more of this sensation — of just being wild in the moment. When guilt crept up he would put away his pair of high heels and think to himself, “Never again.”
Finally one day Greg’s wife hugged him and kissed him then said, “Love the gift you bought me!”
Greg confused then noticed his wife wearing the black high heels.
“They are cool but a bit big for me, thank you.”
Greg felt sheer terror and panic as his wife went through his stuff and assumed he bought her a pair of high heels. This is when Greg told himself, let bygones be bygones — time to repent. You know, do what you preach to others. Hypocrisy isn’t a good thing. In a way, Greg thought God had given him an easy escape from it all — his wife got the heels, as a gift, and no one in the world knows his dirty little secret.
We all know that’s not how this story ends. Greg tried suppressing his urges for months, until he drove, like a madman, to the high heel store. He needed a new pair. This time, he bought a pair of red high heels — as if the heels themselves — reflected the lust burning inside him. Then, he went to a sex toy store bought some colorful items, and then, to a clothing store, and got himself some fishnets, shorts, and bras — among other stuff.
Greg knew his house wasn’t a safe place. So, he drove to the edge of town where they have dirt-cheap apartments. Greg didn’t hesitate, he straight-up bought a small room, and put all the stuff he bought in this place. Greg then used all the stuff he bought, lost control, and had more of his private sessions with himself there.
You might be thinking, where does a pastor get this kind of cash from? Well, that sin tax, went to a good cause, if you know what I mean.
Greg soon got a new passion. That through looking at porn, he realized he was not alone in the universe. There were many individuals, like him, who cross-dressed and did these sorts of thing.
Greg also made a few social media pages, where he’d just post on his blog “High-heel rockers pics. He liked to share with others. In one of his secret chats, he told someone he craved cum and lots of it but didn’t know what to do about it.
“Just go to a glory hole and give some random blow jobs,” said the other person being a whore
Greg eventually did it. He put on his best pair of high heels. He wore a wig. He put on some make up. Then, he went to a glory hole and started sucking cock. When the guy, he was giving a blow job to, came in his mouth, he felt it was like heaven. Yes, that same sweet, bitter taste — he had been craving like an animal.
Greg went full whore, sucking cock at the glory hole. He even hooked up with random dudes, who like to fuck cross-dressers, and little-by-little it was taking effect. He was losing a lot of weight but his ass became bigger. He started taking pills to become more of a woman. One fateful day, Greg gave a guy the best sex of his life, as he rammed him from behind, while Greg was on all fours. Then, once he was done, took off his condom and threw it in the trash then left. Greg took the condom from the trash, and savored the taste, as he ate the cum. It was at this point he realized there was no turning back from any of this.
In the end, the truth came out. One guy Greg fucked realized who he was — the infamous God-hates-fags-pastor. He took a snap-shot shared it on social media with the tag.
“Faggot pastor ate my load.”
The post went viral. Oh my. Oh me. Soon the church dumped him saying he was a plague, as he was using them to fund his sinful endeavor. Greg’s wife, horrified by who he really was, and with her image of him shattered, divorced him and took the kids. But oddly, Greg asked her to return his pair of black high heels.
Greg’s wife seeing his face and expression realized he was serious, so she took them off, and threw them at his face .
“Take them you pervert!” she screamed.
Greg now alone in the house. He had a heart-to-heart with himself. He wasn’t the sort of weak guy who blames others — he knows this was his choice. Greg looked in the mirror.
“I am a sinner. And fuck it. I love to sin. So, I’m done with God and being a pastor wannabe. And I will do, what I want to do,” Greg felt as if he is changing, “From now on I’m not Greg I’m Candy I taste good I feel good I love cock cum and being a bimbo bitch fuck being an alpha male or whatever shit these guys and society wants me to be.”
Candy now free of her former life transitioned into a full blown whore, you’d hardly realize this person was once Greg as she wore her jet black bikini and a pair of high heels. Candy at times has doubts if she did the right thing then she just glances at her pair of rockers, as the guy in the store called it, and smiled. After all, like the good book says, “Don’t make unto yourself graven images,” and well Candy’s idol was a pair of high heels. It was just a simple temptation but it ran so deep and drove her wild.
Hail Satan and keep giving into temptation.
THE END