Seductive Ink Novels & Stories

I hugged his neck because my body is not used to this, he bends my knee and crosses it on his hips and I finally feel something at my entrance, every time he moves, sh*t is like heaven. "Ahhh" I mumbled as he kissed me on the lips and there he slowly entered his big thing on my entrance so I was about to scream because it still hurt when he covered my mouth with his hand. "don't shout" he just moves slowly you know the one even after he entered he still seduces you, he bends and starts licking my nip. "ahh" I muttered softly because I just found out that it was so delicious, he was great at grinding even though we had just started.

"Mouthy. How about the Uber?" "Cute." When did this turn into a banter? I snickered, mocking as he did. Was it the rock music? Is the alcohol burning in my throat? His unmistakable sex appeal? Not sure. Whatever it was, I fisted his shirt around my hand and pulled him towards me. He did the rest. A smirk tainting his lips as they crushed against mine. I couldn't taste any alcohol. Either his plan covered alcohol stench, or he was completely sober, but all I could taste was myself on him. This is wrong, but the knowledge turns me on even more.

My breathing quickens more as I feel the moisture building between my legs. "Kitty, you are getting rather hot and flustered there and I am not even touching you. I wonder." Placing the knife down so I can see it he goes, a moment later he returns, a smile on his face, his hands playing with another knife. A moan escapes my mouth, it is beautiful. Red and black entwined leather handle, with perfect details. My head falls back.

he says this in such a calm voice and I wonder how many times has he had someone do this for him. " What exactly should I do to get him in a VIP area?" I ask a little confused. "Well that's where your dancing training comes in you will seduce him with your dancing and he will ask for you to escort him to a VIP area so you can give him a lap dance as soon as you see he isn't paying attention to his drink you will slip a drug into his drink so when he drinks it it will make him pass out and my men will escort you and him out without anyone seeing you." he tells me.

Thank God, neither of them was a supreme. I stopped breathing when Lucian dragged my chair around to face him. He stooped in front me, and the world disappeared. His black limbal ring rotated around gold irises. The alpha rested his hand on my thighs. I gritted my teeth. He placed his head on his hand and cocked his head to the side. My mouth went dry at the seductive look he wore. It had to be a sin for one man to be this attractive. Curse the heavens for descending this man upon us. Sweet Amber pheromones cocooned us. His tongue parted his kissable lips. Time slowed. He wetted those lips with saliva. They glistened. The room grew hot. I wanted to move but my body refused to do so.

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

He asks, ever so the man of few words. I’m about to pick one in italics, but then I remember how nice his handwriting is, I love the way he writes his letter ‘Y’ and I want that tattooed on me. “Can you write it instead?” I ask, “I like your handwriting a lot, and add a little heart after the Y.” He closes the book, staring down at me with confusion, but he doesn’t say no. “Keep your legs spread and your knees up.”

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.