Erotic Stories Of Seduction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

We don't need to plan ahead and ruin all the surprises. I sometimes find it funny that the game he wanted to play with me was now our daily routine, even though according to rules we seduced each other only one time but after he tore those contracts like my panties on our first night it's pretty much all seduction now. Breakfast seduction, going to work seduction, elevator seduction, bedroom seduction, shower seduction, couch seduction, car seduction and I just lost count after that.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

He didn’t stop until she was trembling and boneless, whispering filthy praises against her ear. “So beautiful when you fall apart for me. I’ve imagined this every night. Your tight little pussy gripping me, your moans filling this room.” He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips and tasting her with a low groan of satisfaction. Lila’s face burned with embarrassment and renewed desire. The line had been crossed. Irrevocably. But the obsession was only beginning. --- Over the following weeks, the private sessions grew more dangerous. They still discussed literature, but the lessons were laced with double meanings. Kane would read passages aloud in that velvet voice, choosing sc

she croaked, her body begging to differ. “I know.” His hand rested on her tummy, his thumb circling her navel. She bit her bottom lip, her heart rate picking up from whatever he was doing with his hand. His lips hovered on her jawline, his breath tickling her sweet spot under her ear. He knew her sweet spots very well, and he was using the seduction tactic on her again. She hated that it was working. “I should stay away from you,” she said, stifling a moan and pressing herself harder against him. His heartbeat matched hers.

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

She closed her arms across her chest, trying to hide, but he stepped forward, pulling her arms away with a firm grip. “Never hide from me,” he said. “Your body belongs to me now. Every inch.” Her eyes blurred with tears, but her body pulsed with heat. She couldn’t deny the way his voice sent shivers through her, the way her skin burned under his claim. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his. His lips hovered above hers, not kissing, just taunting. “You’ll learn to beg for me,” he whispered. “And when you do, I’ll give you more than you ever thought you could take.”

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

Wetness soaked her thighs, and the air grew heavy with her arousal. His hands cupped her bare breasts, fingers teased her nipples, brushed them slowly, and she whimpered, “Oh god, please.” Her body arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Scared of Sophie’s gossip?” he teased. His voice was a low growl, and his fingers circled her nipples lightly. “Her words can’t touch my screaming slut.” Eva’s breath caught, and she whispered, “Show me.” His mouth found her right nipple again, licked slow, wet circles, and his tongue felt warm against her skin.