Seduction Novels & Stories

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.

And in one fearless move, she slid off her black dress, exposing her white skin to him. He watched her, not saying a thing. Damn, he loved how he went to her in the first place, and how she did not withdraw from him when he made that move in the bathroom. "Come on," her voice revived him. He beamed and sauntered to the bed where she sat like a divinity. Even half naked, her figure was seducing: the exact kind of woman he wanted in his life. For himself. But this woman might have a man and wanted just pleasure for the night. Fuck it! He didn't care, he would fuck her for the night, and let her be from the next morning.

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

He asked waving a black bottle to my face, immediately I saw it, I looked beside me and saw that my bag was gone, “I know you're using this on your clients, you use this to deceive them by putting it in their drinks and when they fall asleep and wake up they would think you people had sex but in fact nothing happened, you work as a sex worker but you don't have sex with your clients, what do you think would happen when your boss hears that?” He asked with an annoying face, I growl in anger and tried to snatch it away but he didn't even move cause the craziest part is my hand can't reach it,

“I underestimated you, Asahd. How did you get strict Saïda to give up a lot and let you do things to her?? Like even back in New York when she was still speaking with Noure and probably didn’t even love you.” I laughed. “Four key words,” I mused. “Friendship, patience, determination and seduction. But if you really want it to work, like I did, it has to affect you both mutually,” I told them. “It affected me too because Saïda seduced me. She seduced me without even knowing it. The moment I kissed her for the for time, was the moment I decided to seduce her intentionally. But the question is, what made me kiss her in the first place? I was already seduced. Even