Seduction Short Novels & Stories

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,

He knows exactly how to drive her to the edge, then pull her back for the delicious fall. She watches, a slow, knowing smile touching her lips, as he tears open a condom packet. Her gaze tracks the deliberate journey of his hand, rolling the latex slowly down the throbbing, engorged length of him. Her core clenches in hungry anticipation, a deep ache demanding to be filled. Celeste places one hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging slightly into his warm skin, and her other hand presses flat against the cool marble, bracing herself. She steadies for the weight, for the glorious, inevitable press of him, for what comes next.

I’ll have to be a subtle seductress to gain his affection. He tried to resist my seduction, But I won at the end. I kept throwing myself at him, pretending to be drunk and horny until he finally got tired of pushing me away. He pulled me into his arms and high-jacked my seduction, taking charge as he kissed and caressed me, slowly, making me moan in desire.

“You like that, don’t you, Aiden? You like being at my mercy and surrendering to my touch?” Aiden’s breath hitches, his mind reeling from the passion she just bestowed on him. It was an experience he couldn't ever dream of, and now he's hungry for more. “Y-Yes,” he manages to choke out, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he submits to her seduction. Maya’s grin widens at his response. Her confidence is suddenly bolstered by his submission. “Good boy,” she murmurs, her fingers trailing teasingly down to cup his balls. “You're so hard now.”

“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.

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.

" Wait. Seducing. When did I do that? Lily take her down to the garbage can. Do that now. "Seduce? Do you even know the meaning of seducing? Well I doubt that. To me at first you looked pretty smart but now I can't say that. I lack words to describe a myopic person. Baby that's not called seducing that's called decent talking." I was about to leave then I again remembered something. I took some steps back and stood in front of her again. "And talking about seducing. Sitting on the couch leaning against a man with hands roaming all over his chest that's called seducing." Well yes this was the position she was sitting, leaning against Jason.

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.”

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.