Seductive Storytelling Mga Nobela at Kwento

He couldn't resist now, he's been enchanted. That's gonna be same to any guy she comes across. She'd have wild sex with them, they'd beg for more, and she'd lure them into her trap. She'd kill those who did evil, made sure she left no one spared. They'd have a taste of her, and that's all it's gonna take. She gulped down her drink. Sheer excitement strumming her nerves strings, the world beware of her. She's here to take over. She moisten her lips and chug down the rest of the drink. She looked down the night life of the city of Miami and she giggled, excitement bubbling inside her.

“It beats faster the closer you get to truth.” Theo’s voice was barely a whisper. “What truth?” “That wanting me doesn’t make you weak.” Theo’s breath stuttered. “And if it does?” Adrian’s reply was soft. “Then I’ll teach you how to want stronger.” The sound of rain grew louder. The world beyond the windows blurred into a wash of gold and shadow. Adrian’s hands remained steady, guiding Theo’s breathing, controlling without force. “This is the study of desire,” Adrian said. “The point where you stop running from what you crave.”

I’m shaking, overstimulated, my pussy clenching around the tentacle as it writhes inside me and the Vampire Prince watches me with hunger in his red eyes and strokes himself faster. “Look at you,” he groans, baring his fangs at me and the sight turns me on the more, making my pussy drip with more juices. “... So corrupted. A mortal bitch like you begging for tentacles in her cunt and throat.” His words fill me with shame that it almost makes me sob, but I’m close---- so close----- every pleasure point in my body is screaming. Finally he steps forward, parts the tentacle in my pussy to the side, stretching my pussy as he did and making me whimper, and then thrusts his cock into me, alongside

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

He pulled back. I opened my eyes. He was smirking. That bastard was smirking. "What....." I cleared my throat. "What are we practicing?" "Verbal seduction. How to make someone want you without saying a single explicit word." He leaned back in his chair, completely at ease while I was over here trying not to hyperventilate. "The way you move. The way you look at someone. The way you touch them. It all tells a story." "Okay."

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

His posture is relaxed, but there’s a tension underneath it, which ignites something in me. His face isn’t the perfect kind that belongs on screens. It is one of a kind, meant to seduce people like me: A jaw made for secrets, a mouth that looks like it forgets to smile, lips that look like they can kiss the sense out of me, and hair that is a good length to tug on when he gives pleasure. I bite my lip to restrain a moan that almost escapes me as I feel my body stir.

The deeper I took it, the wetter and louder I got. I started grinding down on it too, rotating my hips so the thick veins rubbed every sensitive spot inside my ass. The burn was still there, but I was addicted….chasing that filthy fullness, I kept slamming my ass down harder each time until the dildo was almost balls-deep in my tight hole. “Keep talking, baby,” he groaned. “Tell me how bad you need a real cock destroying your ass.”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Smiling at Henry I could tell he also thought of me in a different way than just a step-daughter. Wearing my tight mini skirt and a very revealing top there was no way Henry could say no to the temptation. I had brought an ice cream from the shop and used it to start my seducing. I started sucking the ice cream like it was a huge man’s cock, catch the melted liquid that ran down my fingers with my tongue as if I were licking cum. I pushed the ice cream cone down my throat and pulled it out again, moaning and groaning in a pleasurable way.