Seductress Characters Novels & Stories

For the first time, his woman looked tempting like a charming séductress in the brothel. A séductress he could pamper in his bed. Sparing a long thin robe, his little woman was wearing nothing underneath. Not even a single ßra! The fabric of her robe was so thin, it did very little covering her up. A certain big devil could clearly see his woman's tempting body even without looking twice. Her big breasts were free and uncaged. Round, full and soft. Her dark pregnancy nipples had hardened against his chest, poking him lightly, and tempting him to take her nipples into his hungry mouth.

In the middle is the cashier and behind that is the logo of the boutique and under that is its very name. "Phoenix Huxley." Bryce and I turned to the woman who had suddenly arrived I think she was from the second floor of the boutique because I saw her come down the last step of the stairs. She immediately approached the man next to me and kissed him. "Long time no see, Lay Cervantes," Bryce said here after they kissed each other's cheeks. "And who's this beautiful lady with you, hmm?" I can't help but be infected by her smile. She looks so simple but she's stunning.

Here I am, in Richard's arms, watching him sleep peacefully. It's strange for me to be in this position, since after my disastrous marriage, I closed myself off to romantic relationships. I dedicated myself completely to my ex-husband, and he ended up cheating on me. But with Ricardo it's different, he attracts me in a way that I can't explain. He is extremely handsome and knows exactly how to bring me to ecstasy in bed. It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved.

His eyes rounded, and his heart hammered in his chest when she came close to him. Regina bent down to touch his legs, and Owen froze. He knew her actions needed to stop right there, but he was mesmerized by her beauty. She had no makeup, and it felt like she was presenting herself fully to him, and he would be damned if he did not get the full experience at least once. In his mind, he thought this was exactly the proof he needed to incriminate her as a professional temptress. Because of the way she leaned toward him, he could see her breasts hanging inside her silk pjs, enticing him to touch them.

They are not wrong, anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. A lady wearing a dress with no make up on. Just bare... Me. Who am I to even meet the eyes of the Alpha? When I came back, I made sure to hide in the shadows, so no one would try to look at a maid. So no one would be interested in me even though I know I'm not interesting. The music swelled around me as the alpha walked and dance with every girl and each of them seemed to have forgot breathing once they made contact with him. Polite, yes. But distant, cold, and not a glimpse of smile was seen from him.

I’m envious of that control. And the dressing and undressing… God, the psychology of that. We’re so conditioned to see undressing as the main event, the prelude to the “real” thing. But you made the dressing just as potent. Each set was a new character, a new layer of yourself to reveal and then have worshipped. The crimson teddy for the bold, unashamed vixen. The sheer black lace for the primal, “fuck-me-now” urgency. The purple vintage set for the classic, elegant goddess. The white babydoll for the corrupted angel. The emerald corset for the final, untouchable queen he could only almost possess.

The first message was: [Jason, I don't think you're suited to seduce Nina. [You're more suited to seduce me. Nina is so boring. She's just a blockhead.] After reading through the whole chat history, I realized Gemma had quite the appetite. Not only was she hanging onto Samuel, she also wanted to have a little something with Jason. Unfortunately for her, Jason almost never replied. I could feel a sudden desire to win pulsing inside of me. "Seen enough?" My head was lowered, so I did not notice Jason standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at me.

When she was unconscious, he took her to his playground, for a little bit of fun, his fun! An image on the television screen brought him out of his thoughts, he was glad to see Detective Sierra Ryans. He was quickly seeing her as a worthy adversary, he didn’t deny that she was very attractive and did things to his body that equals what torturing does! He ached to have her quiver under his touch. He as wanted to break her ever since she worked on the Doorman Murders. He has broken all types of women, but his favorite were strong, defiant, independent women; they put up the most fight! He watched Sierra for months, observing how she handles situations and prove over and over again to be q

“It does. Because there’s a difference between seduction and sincerity. Between love and conquest.” I pause for just a breath, then walk to the window, the silk of my petrol-black dress whispering with each step. My tone is casual and light. “Love,” I say, “is a strategic act. A way to conquer someone” I turn back to him, my eyes glinting. “Inanna knew that better than anyone. Her lovers came willingly… but they never left the same. She seduced like a queen and struck like a warrior. For her, it was never just about pleasure—it was about the power she held over men. Power… and transformation.”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.