Seductive Poems For Her Novels & Stories

Isabella did as she was instructed, spreading her legs wide open and her gaze was still fixed on the handsome young man. He draw his tongue out of his mouth and ever so slowly, he allowed his tongue to roam around his lips in a seductive manner, his gaze shifted from Isabella’s face to the delicate folds of her pussy. He drank in the sight of her, his eyes feasting on the delicate flower that bloomed between her legs, its petals glistening with arousal. The delicate folds of Isabella pussy dripped as her clit clenched while more pussy juice rolled from her virginal depths.

She didn't know what to do, next, she stopped, took a step back, and asked confusedly, "why does it feel different from the one before?" She just said the most seducing words and did the most seducing things with her clean and pure eyes. The unconscious temptation is the deadliest. "You are so beautiful." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were sincere. He could not longer hold back the broiling desire in him. It was driving him crazy. He leaned his body forward to kiss her.

He was gentle but relentless in his skillful delivery, sending Troy deep into rapture with a steady rhythm that made his head spin and his body burn. “You’re so sweet.” Philip groaned as he thrust in and out of a moaning Troy. “I never want this to end.” His hip did a slow sexy undulation that brought a cry out of Troy. “Nothing sweeter in this world…” His mouth went to work on one of Troy’s ears, tracing the outer shell and sucking on the lobe. “You’re like heaven,” Philip whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “My heaven!” “Oh, Philip…” The tremor in Troy’s voice showed how much his mate’s words had affected him. “You’re mine too.”

As long as she would never leave me for that is all I required from her. But that female of mine refused to allow me to breathe, the night of that party the siren walked forth with that tight little red dress. She birthed a torrent with me and my chess pieces instantly fell off the board. It was checkmate for my moon blessed had me in the palm of her head, I was her puppet. Goddess I wanted to swallow her down my throat, she was the definition of beauty in my eyes. All I saw was her, the way her thighs quivered. All I heard was her, her feeble pants her low whines and all I smelt was the sweetness of her nectar gliding down her legs.

right now she was so thoughtless and I could see that all she wants is to have me, she desired me as much as I desired her. “You can give me pleasure, right?” she asked again. “I can not only give you pleasure Isa. I can give you the pleasure that no man has ever. I could fuck you hard and make you crave for more. I can fuck you hard and rough till your breaths are shaky legs and limp and you have no breaths to exhale again.” “Then do not hold back.” she took yet another seductive step closer, closing the space between us, and tormenting me with her cologne.

Her well formed breasts and curved body makes both boys , girls , men and women salivate. Our yes then meet and keep hold.There are too much emotions that are in them .They are equally dark signalling the want that is in them. The less the distance gets between us, the more I feel a liquid flow down my legs. Then she is right next to me. .kneeling between my legs. I am just sited there Like a statue and don't know what to do. "You seem tensed" she whispers to my ear seductively making me more of a complete mess than the pervious minute.

she pleaded, her voice a blend of command and praise, fully entranced by the ecstasy flooding her body, knowing she was completely at his mercy. The sensation of him devouring her was nothing short of overwhelming, each tantalizing motion igniting flames of desire that coursed through her very being. With every gentle pull and tug of his lips and tongue, her senses exploded in a symphony of warmth and pleasure, as if he were an artist painting her with strokes of ecstasy.

However though he hadn't replied her it didn't stop him from looking at her through the rear view mirror. To be honest words couldn't describe the beauty of her, She was so beautiful with long black hair with eyes that sparkled like polished Jade and a rich and tawny skin that matched with her pink lips...lips that any man would die for. Are you done staring at me, After muttering a cuss under her breath she lastly asked coldly.

Both beating erratically in a rhythm as if souls were courting one another with love sonnets. I knew one was mine, and deep down, I knew the other belonged to her. Her conspicuous eyelashes fluttered like the flower petals in mild rain. She flapped her eyelids as her eyes skimmed across the room. Her hazel eyes ignited the darkest desires in my heart and in the haziness, I couldn’t breathe. Her clothes, her jewelleries, her hair, her shoes, the air around her. I envied them all at that moment. Her red tinted succulent lips slightly parted letting out a sweet breath. I stood frozen, body and soul, contemplating her as if no one and nothing was worth looking at when she was around.

She knew he didn't feel anything for her but the way she could feel so many emotions from a simple black and white pencil drawing. Left her speechless.