Seduction Novels & Stories

“Yeah…we’re not getting divorced. No way in hell.” Now I know he mumbled something. I just didn't register the words at the time. I was too busy enjoying the taste of his mouth. He tasted of a combination of liquorice, mint and strangely delicious cucumber - a weird combination. But it worked for him. Damn, did it work. His hand sled futher down my body, feeling every inch of me and it grabbed my ass cheek in a firm grip.

Usually I'd sit and watch. I might even hoot and holler in encouragement when they stand up bound for a bedroom. The ones with a bit of shame usually give up then, but there are others, people who would rather die than not commit that bit of betrayal. I always view seduction as an art most employed by those who need a tug to convince. Whoever is being seduced is either too much of a wuss to actually go after what they want or cheating on someone who is already committed to them. A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“My dear, you are such a beauty! You don’t need all these accessories but if you don’t use them, he will never know you are trying to look good for him. At first, he might think you are just trying to be an attention seeker. But when everyone starts complimenting you, a little spark of pride will ignite in his heart. You know how possessive men can be. They are more possessive for their own women! Seeing you putting so much efforts in your looks will have an effect on him and suddenly, you will become his prized possession!” Anastasia listened wide-eyed Lovelina’s every word. Lovelina continued, “And do you know how seductive heels are to men? You have no idea, my dear! The key to getting yo

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

The moment my dripping pussy made contact with his lower abdomen, my slick arousal smeared shamelessly across his taut muscles. I could feel how wet I was, he could feel how wet I was. My juices coated his skin as he held me there. A broken whimper escaped me. He carried me to the heavy oak table and set me down on its edge, then roughly spread my thighs wide apart. The cool air hit my soaked, exposed pussy, making me shiver. I was completely open to him and throbbing for my own stepson. Soren stared down at my cunt like a starving beast, silver eyes dark with lust and his jaw clenched tight. His gaze burned into my cunt, drinking in every wet fold and the way my slick arousal dripped slowly

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

The idea of participating in a swimming competition had once intrigued me, but the loss of my father led me to set aside such aspirations and hasten my journey into adulthood. I swam towards him, and he closed the distance. As we met, he halted just an inch away. His eyes gleamed with a hint of desire, focusing on my neck. A sense of satisfaction washed over me, realizing that I had successfully captivated him. That look of seduction was reserved for him alone, a privilege only he had the right to claim. “You look beautiful.” He said as he leaned in and placed kisses on my neck. I whimpered as he continued, planting kisses down my neck and behind my ears. His

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.