Lesbian Seduction Novels & Stories

His lips skillfully played and tasted the sweetness of her lips. Siena let the warmth of Alfonso’s body wrap around her body like a blanket. She refused to think anymore, she just wanted to let her desire win this time. When Alfonso drew back from her lips, she suddenly felt empty. “Alf…, I want you tonight…,” Siena whispered in the most seductive voice. Oh, my…. She wondered what had gotten into her. Since when did she learn to seduce a man like this? Alfonso looked at her wide-eyed, unable to believe his ears. “Cherry…, are you sure…?”

I persist He smirked, and began to come closer, the more he comes closer, the more I pull back till I slumped down on the king sized bed, but yet he didn't stop, he continue to lean forward while I sink into the bed, his eyes, those eyes are hypnotizing, his crazy features, I could barely look away from his face, his lips fuck, my breath quickened, and I clutch tightly to the bedsheet, my heart was throbbing, he's the kind of man that will set your body on fire with just his eyes, At this point I thought he was going to kiss me cause our lips were almost touching and just inches apart,

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

Over and over. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit seemed to echo through the mansion, through me. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her voice rose higher, desperate now. And I could see it in my head without even trying, her on her back, bent over, riding him, him over her, taking whatever he wanted. And my body… betrayed me. Heat built between my thighs, shameful and unstoppable. My nipples ached under my thin sleep shirt. My breathing picked up.

His emotionless Goddess just turned to a lethal seductress and he was helpless when it came to her. " Stroke him,slowly and lightly, apply pressure from time to time." She remembered another way to seduce a man and send him over the edge so she dived in to explore. She was excited with this new experience but damn it, she was loving every minute of it. She stroked him but not gently, she squeezed him not too tight but enough to send Justin jerking and arching his back. Amidst the pleasurable pain,he savoured the restrained sweetness of having his junior securely on her palm. It was painfully pleasurable and he was getting affected. His brain was now fogged with lust and pure desire. He imagi

Sliding in next to her I shut the door . Watching deklan interacting with Luna I knew damn well . He was affected big time by her scent. She smelt sweet, like a wolf in heat would. But that not possible because she not a wolf she's human . But he since something I could tell. I glared at him warningly. The urge to pull her in my lap way to strong trying to resist. " You may as well be in my lap" I teased. Trying to get her to respond, to have an excuse pull her up. When she squeaked her apology ,tried scoot closer to him. I couldn't help it and grabbed her pulling her into my lap. Her heat heated up my lap instantly . My head began to swarm .

Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything. I continue grinding against her, and she grinds against my crotch. She enjoys the excitement too, rubbing against me and smiling mischievously. This heat between us keeps escalating. I can't hold back any longer; I pull her towards me, turning her to face me, and I kiss her passionately. My hand instinctively moves to her buttocks, squeezing firmly. That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants.

No visible marks of submission. Yet something in her gaze whispered surrender. Selene raised her hand. “Liane,” she said. “Strip.” The girl didn’t hesitate. She removed the coat and let it drop. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her breasts were soft but high. Her stomach taut. Between her thighs, a black plug glistened like a promise. Gabriel sucked in a breath. Mistress walked behind Liane and wrapped a hand around her throat. “She came to me willingly,” Selene purred, looking at her boys. “Begged to be taken. To be remade. Just like you once did.”

She pushed him gently onto the soft covers, climbing over him, her body a sinuous, beautiful weight that anchored him to the present, to her. Her seduction was not merely for pleasure—it was a calculated strategy. She knew, with the certainty of a woman who had studied her man thoroughly, that the deepest secrets were unlocked not by interrogation, but by surrender. In the post-coital haze, with his defences lowered and his body satiated, his guard would drop entirely.