Seduction Books For Men Novels & Stories

"Seduction, if you want a man's full attention use your best weapon your body. He is your husband and no one in their right mind would turn their back on you, love. You know how to work it." "Thank you for being so honest. You make it sound like I seduced a bunch of men to get what I needed." I shut up realizing that I did do that.

I'm wearing the perfume Dominic gave me five years ago. That's the first step in seduction, make him feel like he matters to you or you think of him after being cold. My reaction at the office was the coldness, and his perfume completes it The bottle sits on my bathroom counter—Chanel No. 5, classic and expensive, the kind of gift that says I know you instead of I googled 'presents for women.' I've kept it hidden in the back of my medicine cabinet for five years, told myself a thousand times I'd throw it away, and never see it again.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I tried changing the topic, We not only wasted a lot of time today but I did something that is very new to me. I don't go seducing guys on the first visit to their house, it's not me but somehow it ended up being me. So the only thing to control my bloody hormones is the reason I'm actually here. A topic to change the atmosphere, to change my thoughts and focus on anything except him. He rolls his eyes "How about that book you used for your sexual purpose? I gave it to you, didn't I?"

“Are you nuts?” I hissed, backing up a step. “That doesn’t mean you should come to my house!” Mr. Davis didn’t stop. He walked slowly toward me, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over my body in the thin nightgown. “You look even more beautiful and sexy in person,” he murmured, voice low and rough. Then he reached out and gently held my face in his large hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Why don’t I show you right now what a real cock feels like? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that tight little pussy of yours.”

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Seducing Miss Sinclair (4) She nodded, her voice low. “Yeah, we’ve done it a bunch of times. I really liked it. She smells so good, her lips are soft, and she knows how to kiss... better than anyone.” I reached out, gently slipping my fingers under her chin and lifting her face until her eyes met mine. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest moved fast with shallow breaths. There was heat swimming in her gaze, the kind that made my stomach tighten. “Kissing a woman is always better than kissing a man,” I murmured, holding her gaze. “I’ve always preferred women’s mouths... the way they taste, the way they move.”