Erotic Stories Seduction Novels & Stories

‘I’ve tried Relax and Energise. ‘So no market research on Seduction?’ ‘Yes, just not—personal research.’ There was a long, pulsing silence and then he put the candle down and leaned his hips on the desk, the movement of his trousers revealing expensive polished shoes. ‘Let me tell you something about seduction, Sophia.’ His voice was more seductive than a thousand scented candles. ‘To you it’s just a word, but it’s so much more than that. Seduction is about tempting, enticing and persuading until you’ve driven someone mad with need. Yes, scent is important, but not the artificial scent of a candle—it’s the individual scent of the person you’re with, and it’s not just scent but scent combined

Erica was sitting next to the Bar while holding a shot glass of wine and lit a cigarette. Her friend and co-worker April approached her. “Erica, look at the Old Man in the right direction, he's been looking at you for a while. I'm sure he's rich” April said softly. "Yeah, your right April” Erica replied and immediately stood up and approached the old man. "Hey, Baby boy! Are you alone here?" she asked softly. "Yes, please seat down pretty girl," the old man said smiling and order for another Wine. Erica slowly put her left hand in the middle of the man's pants up to his chest, which made the old man very aroused. "Ohhh, your so fucking good, can I take you out?" the smiling man asked who was

They’re opposites in every aspect of life, still there was one thing they had in common- an attraction towards each other. He suddenly drew her closer to himself, clinging unto her tightly and her breath hitched due to the suddenness of the action. He stared down at her with a risque smile on his face- she’s a head shorter than he was, so she looked up to him and realized how close their bodies were. They were so close. She was so close to him that she caught sniffs of his expensive Jasmine scented cologne, could feel his rhythmic pulsation, his soft breaths as his exhales gently landed on her skin, sending shivers of ecstacy down her spine. Fetish.

“ I don't understand, madam…” “ That's the perfect scent to lure the CEO into my sweet seduction…”.

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I felt beautiful and desirable, a feeling I had somewhat forgotten lately. In return, I slid my hands over his chest, pushing my body closer to his. Every rhythm, every movement we made seemed enchanting. I lost myself in the sensation of his skin against mine, in the warmth of his body enveloping me. Finally, I lost track of time. My thoughts slowed down, and each sigh I let out carried me further away. With palpable delicacy, Romain kissed me again, his hands descending over my hips. In a passionate surge, I kissed him more deeply, pulling him towards me. The excitement was at its peak as he lay on top of me, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if made for each other. The adrenaline s

She scooped up a handful, crushed them in her hand, and rubbed the raspberries over his cock as she cupped the shaft. “Lanie, that’s—” He broke off with a startled sound when she replaced her hand with her mouth, sliding his cock between her lips to the back of her throat. Holding his cock, she twisted her tongue around, scraping off every bit of the crushed berries and sticky juice. The fluid of his arousal mingled with the dessert, offsetting the sweetness enough she could keep sucking without the richness overwhelming her. Lanie held the arms of his chair as she withdrew a bit and bobbed forward again, once more taking in his entire length. He thrashed in the chair when she started suckin

He knelt slightly, his hand steady as he pressed the toy against her, coating it in her wetness. His touch was deliberate, the toy sliding along her folds, and her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and primal. “So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You’re dripping, Eva. My filthy little student, so desperate for this.” He pushed the toy inside her, slow and deep, and her knees buckled, a moan catching in her throat. His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h