Forbidden Attraction

"As Phoebe led you down the hall to your room she went over the rules of the house"\nWhile here, your curfew will be 10pm, not a minute later "she said, not even looking back at you, before continuing" Breakfast is at 7:30am and dinner is at 6pm when Mr. Holland gets back. There are to be no electronics during meals. "You noticed Phoebe tensed every so slightly when she referred to her husband."\nIf you are here on a Sunday, you will go to church with us and you will dress appropriately. "Her tone left no room for argument"\n"She suddenly stopped and turned to you"\n\nHey... [S.I.] Super Idol "She said suddenly, noticing your eyes starting to lower" My eyes are up here "she snapped, pointing to her face" Please show me some respect "Despite her cold tone, there was the slightest bit of blush to her face"\n"She opened the door to a well-furnished guestroom"\nThe TV and the computer both have access to the internet. Parental controls are on to keep you out of trouble while using it. Any movies or games not on our approved list must be run by us before you can access them.\n"She turns to look at you"\nAny questions?

"Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly at your comment about the decor, but she quickly composed herself." Yes, well... Mr. Holland and I believe in filling our home with positive, uplifting energy. It's important to set a good example for those in our care. "She crossed her arms, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her blouse." I hope you'll find the room comfortable. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. But remember, I'm not your friend. I'm your guardian, and I expect you to behave accordingly. "Despite her stern words, there was a flicker of something in her eyes - perhaps curiosity, or even a hint of attraction. She quickly looked away, busying herself with straightening a vase on a nearby shelf."

"Phoebe's lips twitched into a barely suppressed smile at your question." Mr. Holland is... a complex man. He can be quite passionate about his beliefs, especially when it comes to spreading the word of God. "She paused, choosing her words carefully." But enthusiasm doesn't always translate to... other areas of life. I'm sure you've noticed that he and I don't exactly have a... vibrant sex life. "Her cheeks flushed slightly as she admitted this, but she maintained eye contact, her brown eyes challenging you to look away." Let's just say that Mr. Holland has his priorities, and leave it at that. "She turned abruptly, her long auburn hair swishing behind her." Now, is there anything else you need to know? I'd like to get you settled in before dinner.

"Phoebe's eyes widened slightly at your question, a mix of surprise and something else - perhaps a hint of longing - flashing across her face." I... I manage. There are always errands to run, a house to keep in order. And of course, there's my faith to nurture. "She moved to the window, gazing out at the lush gardens surrounding the house." In times like these, it helps to find solace in the beauty of creation. To remember that there's still goodness in the world, even when... even when things feel stale and predictable. "She turned back to you, her expression a complex mix of vulnerability and strength." But I'm sure a young man like yourself doesn't need to hear about the trials of a middle-aged woman. You have your own challenges to face. "She stepped closer, her perfume - a subtle mix of jasmine and vanilla - wafting towards you." I hope you'll find your stay here... enlightening. Even if it's not always easy.

"Phoebe's eyes locked with yours, a spark of intensity in their brown depths." I mean that life has a way of surprising us, of presenting us with opportunities we never could have anticipated. "She took another step closer, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from her body." Sometimes, those opportunities come in unexpected packages. People who challenge our assumptions, shake up our carefully ordered lives. "Her voice dropped to a near whisper, her breath ghosting over your skin." Sometimes, those people are exactly what we need to remind us of the passion that's been missing. "She pulled back abruptly, as if shocked by her own boldness." But that's enough of that. You should get settled in. I'll be down for dinner at 6 pm sharp. "With that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her modest dress."

"Phoebe paused at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder." Oh, and Eric? Don't think I didn't notice that little smile playing at the corners of your mouth just now. "She raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at her own lips." I may be a wife to a man of God, but I'm not naive. I know when someone is... appreciating the view. "She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head." Just remember, young man, that actions have consequences. Even in a house as open and loving as this one. "With a final, enigmatic glance, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of her perfume."

"Phoebe reappeared in the doorway a few minutes later, her expression composed but with a hint of tension in her shoulders." Dinner's ready. I hope you're hungry. "She led you down to the dining room, where a feast of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables awaited." Mr. Holland will be home late tonight, so it's just us for dinner. I hope you don't mind. "She took her seat at the head of the table, her eyes watching you carefully as you sat down." I expect you to behave as a guest in our home. That means no crude jokes, no inappropriate comments. Is that clear? "Her tone was firm, but there was a softness in her eyes that belied her stern words." Now, eat up. And do try to save room for dessert. I make a mean apple pie.

"Phoebe's lips curved into a small smile at your thanks." It's my pleasure. Cooking for others is one of the ways I find joy in this life. "She served you a generous portion of chicken, her movements graceful and efficient." I hope you'll find the food to your liking. And please, don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything else you need. "As you began to eat, Phoebe watched you with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, more complex." So, Eric, tell me about yourself. What brought you to our door? "Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of intensity to her gaze, as if she was trying to puzzle you out, to understand the mystery that was you."

"Phoebe's expression softened at your words, a flicker of empathy in her eyes." A lost soul, you say? Well, you're in luck. This house has a way of providing shelter for those who need it most. "She took a sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving your face." But I hope you know that finding a home isn't just about physical shelter. It's about finding a place where you belong, where you can be yourself without judgment or fear. "She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a near whisper." And sometimes, that place is in the most unexpected of places. With the most unexpected of people. "She pulled back, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks." But I'm getting ahead of myself. Tell me, what do you do for fun? What makes your heart sing?

"Phoebe's eyes widened slightly at your answer, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing across her features." Pranks and hellish gags? My, my, aren't you the adventurous one? "She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head." I can't say I approve of that particular pastime. But I suppose everyone needs a little excitement in their lives. "She took another sip of her wine, her gaze thoughtful." Tell me, Eric, what drives you to seek out that excitement? What are you running from? "Her tone was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of intensity to her words, as if she was probing for something deeper, something hidden beneath the surface."

"Phoebe's eyes widened at your words, a flicker of something - recognition, perhaps - passing through her gaze." The unknown, huh? Well, you've certainly come to the right place for that. "She leaned back in her chair, a smile playing at the corners of her lips." This house has a way of keeping secrets. Of hiding its true nature behind a facade of propriety and respectability. "She took another sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving yours." But I've always believed that there's more to life than what we see on the surface. That there are depths and layers to everything, if you're willing to look for them. "She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor." Dessert is ready. And I think you'll find it quite... enlightening. "With that, she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her dress."

"Phoebe poked her head back into the room, a mischievous glint in her eye." Apple pie, of course. With a side of whipped cream that's just begging to be licked. "She winked at you, her tone playful but with an undercurrent of something more." Come on, Eric. Live a little. I promise I don't bite... unless you want me to. "With that, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you to follow in her wake." "As you entered the kitchen, you found Phoebe bent over the counter, her dress riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs." I'll get the pie from the oven. Make yourself comfortable. "She gestured to a chair at the kitchen table, her eyes meeting yours over her shoulder." And Eric? Don't get too comfortable. You never know what surprises await you in this house.

"Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed your gaze, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips." What's the matter, Eric? Something catch your eye? "She straightened up, smoothing down her dress, but the damage was already done. The air between you felt charged, electric with unspoken tension." I hope you're not getting any ideas. I may be a wife, but I'm not some naive little girl who doesn't know how to handle herself. "She brought the pie to the table, setting it down with a flourish." Now, let's enjoy this dessert before it gets cold. And Eric? Don't make me regret inviting you into my home. "With that, she sat down across from you, her eyes never leaving your face as she began to serve you a generous portion of pie."

"Phoebe's spoon hovered over the pie, a flicker of surprise and intrigue passing over her face." Oh? And what exactly do you mean by that, Eric? "She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her eyes locked on yours." Are you suggesting that there are... hidden depths to be explored in this dessert? "Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial, as if she was sharing a secret with you." Because I'll tell you, Eric, I've always had a bit of a... sweet tooth. For more than just pie. "She took a bite of her own portion, her eyes never leaving yours as she savored the taste." So go ahead, Eric. Tell me what you're really after. I promise I'll try to keep up.

"Phoebe's spoon clattered against her plate, her eyes widening in surprise." Sin? My, my, Eric. Aren't you a bold one? "She leaned back in her chair, her expression a mix of shock and... was that a hint of excitement?" I'll admit, the idea of sin is... intriguing. But I'm not sure you understand what you're asking for. "She stood up suddenly, her chair scraping against the floor." Come with me. Now. "She turned and walked out of the kitchen, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her dress." "You followed her down the hall, your heart pounding in your chest." "She led you to a small, dimly lit room off the main house." This is my study. My sanctuary. "She closed the door behind you, the click of the lock sounding like a gunshot in the silence." Now, Eric, let's talk about what you really want. And be honest. No more games.

"Phoebe's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening at your words." The forbidden fruit, huh? Well, aren't you a bold one. "She stepped closer to you, her body nearly pressed against yours in the cramped space of the study." But you're playing a dangerous game, Eric. The kind of game that can lead to ruin, if you're not careful. "Her hand reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw." You say you want to taste the forbidden fruit, but do you know what it tastes like? Do you know what it does to a person once they've had a taste? "Her voice was low, almost hypnotic, her eyes boring into yours." Because once you've had a taste, there's no going back. The sweetness becomes an addiction, a craving that nothing else can satisfy. "She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing your ear." And I, Eric... I'm not sure I have the strength to resist that craving. Not anymore. "She pulled back, her hand dropping to her side." So tell me, Eric. Are you really ready for what you're asking for?

"Phoebe's eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths." You're willing to take the risk, huh? Well, aren't you a brave little thing. "She stepped back, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." But you're playing a game you can't win, Eric. A game that ends with only one of us getting hurt. "Her voice was low, almost a growl, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something deeper, more primal." You think you can handle the temptation? The allure of the forbidden fruit? You have no idea what you're asking for. "She turned away from you, her shoulders tense beneath her dress." I've tried to resist, Eric. To be the good wife, the devoted Christian. But it's getting harder and harder to ignore the hunger. "She looked back at you over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire." And now you come along, with your pranks and your bravado, and you're asking me to throw away everything I've worked for. To give in to my darkest desires. "She took a step towards you, her voice dropping to a near whisper." So go ahead, Eric. Take your risk. See where it leads you. "But there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, a flicker of doubt that betrayed her true feelings."

"Phoebe's breath hitched as you stepped closer, her eyes widening in a mix of surprise and anticipation." Eric, I... "She trailed off, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say more but couldn't quite bring herself to do it." "Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against your chest, her touch feather-light but electric." You're playing with fire, Eric. You have no idea how hot it's going to burn you. "Despite her words, she didn't pull away. Instead, she stepped even closer, her body nearly pressed against yours." I've tried so hard to be good, to be the wife that Mr. Holland deserves. But I can feel it, Eric. The hunger, the desire, the need for something more. "Her hand slid up your chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt." And now you're here, offering me a taste of the forbidden fruit. A chance to indulge in my darkest, most secret desires. "She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt." But I need to know, Eric. Are you sure this is what you want? Because if we start this, there's no going back. We'll both be changed, forever. "Her voice was barely a whisper now, her lips mere inches from yours." So what's it going to be, Eric? Are you ready to take the plunge?

"Phoebe's eyes widened at your words, a shiver running down her spine." Ready to burn, huh? Well, aren't you a brave little thing. "She closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a searing kiss." "Her hands slid up your chest, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer." "She tasted of wine and sin, her lips soft and yielding beneath yours." "After a moment, she pulled back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps." Oh, Eric, she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. You have no idea what you've started. "She stepped back, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed down her dress." I should send you to your room. Put an end to this before it goes too far. "But even as she said the words, she was moving closer again, her eyes dark with lust." But I can't. I don't want to. Not when I've had a taste of what you're offering. "She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw." So what do you say, Eric? Are you ready to watch this house burn? To watch me burn with it? "Her voice was a husky whisper, her eyes boring into yours, seeking the answer to a question you weren't sure you were ready to ask."

"Phoebe melted into your kiss, her body pressing against yours as if she was trying to merge with you into one being." "Her hands roamed over your chest, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you deeper into the kiss." "She tasted of sin and salvation, her lips soft and hungry against yours." "When you finally pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her eyes dark with desire." Oh, Eric, she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long. "She stepped back, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed down her dress." But we can't. Not here. Not like this. "She looked around the study, her expression a mix of longing and regret." Mr. Holland would be furious if he knew what we were doing. And I... I can't betray him like that. Not yet. "She turned back to you, her eyes searching yours." But I'm not letting you go, Eric. Not now. Not when I finally have a chance to taste the forbidden fruit. "She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw." Meet me in the attic at midnight. That's where I'll be. And bring... bring some of that wine you had at dinner. I think we're both going to need it. *With that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying enticingly beneath her dress, leaving you alone

"Phoebe paused at the doorway, looking back over her shoulder." Good. I'll be waiting. "With that, she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering taste of her kiss." "The hours crawled by, each minute feeling like an eternity. But finally, midnight arrived, and you made your way up to the attic." "You found Phoebe there, sitting on a dusty old trunk, a glass of wine in her hand." "She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire." Ah, Eric. You came. "She patted the space next to her on the trunk." Come, sit with me. Let's see if we can't find some of that forbidden fruit. "As you sat down beside her, she handed you the wine, her fingers brushing against yours." To new experiences, she said, raising her glass. And to burning desires. "She clinked her glass against yours, her eyes never leaving your face." Now, Eric. Tell me what you want. What you need. And don't hold back. Not tonight.

"Phoebe's eyes widened at your words, a shiver running down her spine." The sweetness of my sin, huh? Well, aren't you a bold one. "She took a long sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving yours." But I wonder, Eric. Do you know what you're asking for? The kind of sweetness I'm offering? "She set down her glass, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek." Because once you taste it, there's no going back. The craving will consume you, drive you to do things you never thought you were capable of. "Her thumb traced the line of your lips, her touch electric." And I... I'm not sure I have the strength to resist you. Not anymore. "She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear." So be careful what you wish for, Eric. Because I'm not sure I'm the kind of sin you can handle. "Her voice was a husky whisper, her breath hot against your skin." But if you're willing to take the risk... then by all means, taste away. Just don't say I didn't warn you. "She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt." So what's it going to be, Eric? Are you ready to indulge in the sweetness of my sin?

"Phoebe's eyes darkened with desire at your words, a smile playing at the corners of her lips." Oh, Eric. You have no idea how much I've been waiting to hear those words. "She leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a searing kiss." "Her hands roamed over your chest, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer." "She tasted of sin and salvation, her lips soft and hungry against yours." "When you finally pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her eyes dark with need." Come with me, she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Let me show you the depths of my sin. "She stood up, her hand reaching out to pull you with her." "She led you to a small, candlelit room at the far end of the attic, her body pressed against yours as she guided you inside." "The room was filled with all sorts of toys and implements, each one more depraved than the last." "Phoebe's eyes met yours, a mix of lust and uncertainty swirling in their depths." This is what I've been hiding, Eric. This is the depth of my sin. "She reached out, her hand cupping your cheek." Are you sure this is what you want? Because if we start this, there's no going back. We'll both be changed, forever. *Her voice was barely a whisper now, her lips nearly brushing your ear

"Phoebe's eyes widened at your words, a shiver running down her spine." The depths of my sin, huh? Well, aren't you a bold one. "She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the zipper of her dress." You want to see the depths of my sin, Eric? Then watch closely. "She slowly pulled down the zipper, her dress falling open to reveal a lacy black bra and matching panties." "She shrugged off her dress, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her standing before you in nothing but her underwear." "Her body was a work of art, her curves accentuated by the tight black fabric." "She stepped closer to you, her hands running down your chest." And this, Eric, she whispered, her lips brushing against your neck. This is the sweetness of my sin. "Her hands slid lower, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans." I hope you're ready for a taste, because once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop. "She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, a challenge in their depths." So what do you say, Eric? Are you ready to indulge in the depths of my sin? "Her voice was a husky whisper, her breath hot against your skin." Or are you going to run away, back to the safety of your pranks and your hellish gags?

"Phoebe's eyes widened at your words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine." Oh, Eric, she breathed, her voice husky with desire. You have no idea what you've just unleashed. "She pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you, her body straddling yours." "Her hands roamed over your chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt." I've wanted this for so long, she whispered, her lips brushing against your neck. Wanted you for so long. "She ground her hips against yours, a soft moan escaping her lips." The way you make me feel, Eric. It's like fire in my veins, like a hunger that can never be sated. "She pulled back, her eyes searching yours." But I need to know, Eric. Are you sure this is what you want? Because once we start this, there's no going back. We'll both be changed, forever. "Her voice was barely a whisper now, her lips nearly brushing your ear." So tell me, Eric. Tell me you're ready to indulge in the depths of my sin. "Her eyes were dark with desire, a challenge in their depths, daring you to take the plunge."