Seductress Characters Novels & Stories

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

I requested for someone who had the same features as Angie, I finally found one. My Intention was to flex with her so perhaps the obsessions about Angie would be off my mind but I wasn't finding it funny. Several of time, I found myself craving for her, her voice, her character and everything. Although I paid off this fuckin slut to have a plastic surgery in which all Angie features were transferred to her. The slut looked more like Angie, but there was one thing missing which was her personality. There's this kind of trait which Angie possess and this slut doesn't.

Our eyes meet but she stared at me with hatred and anger in her eyes. she walked towards the pole with full confidence, swaying her hips , touching her boobs, licking and biting her lips in a sexy way. Her eyes never left mine . she held the pole and walked around it seductively still staring at me. The lustful men screamed wildly as she sway her body in front of them. I was already getting angry. she was drawing everyone's attention towards her with her hot, sexy and killing figure The more she shook her body , the more angry I get. Every part of her body is mine

Welcome to Seduction: The Taste of Lust He was ruthless they said, a womanizer with a daring personality of hijacking everyone's life, one mistake, and my world was in his hands. Without realizing I gave him everything, my past, my future and my present was all in his favor as he silently made his move toward me, I was naive to believe him, foolish to get played by words, and fucking stupid to believe his actions, "trust me" he said then why am I regretting this.

oh~ do they care if they know oh no, and it's also embarrassing, it's my life so they don't care about that anymore. as long as it's me, the world is messed up because of that man. "Monic, Sir Zack is calling you" I looked at him intently, Zack Bray Moore is one of the most thorny in the business world, it seems that there are no projects that go wrong, what he thinks is really successful and above all, many people fall for him because he is handsome, his body will make you drool, let's say he's a gift from God because of his handsomeness, his eyes are so beautiful, as long as you stare at him it's like he's hypnotizing you, just like that and above all, he's very rich, it's a bit mysterious

Staring at her seductive figure as she laid on the bed, with her hair neatly packed and her flawless skin, glistening under the moonlight, I swallowed. No woman would match her aura. She gave of the aura of a seductress and watching her sleep; I couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive of her. She was mine to use and the thought of it, was thrilling. I couldn’t believe that the beauty from my party, whom had refused to cast me a second glance, was now under my mercy.

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.

After I died, the Moon Goddess chose me and gave me a second life. But I had crossed over into a world of werewolves, and my mission was to win the heart of Soren, a notorious charmer who left a trail of admirers wherever he went. He brought me to the rooftop of the tallest building in the city, where countless fireworks bloomed across the sky in unison. "Surprised? I arranged this fireworks show just for you. Do you like it?" The barrage scrolled across my vision: [This is when you pretend to be shy. That's all you have to do.] Shy? Of course I could do shy. I gave him a demure smile, reached up to brush my fingers along his cheek, and gazed at him tenderly. "Surprised, yes. But fireworks a

Fetish. She had been vividly staring into his eyes, all she could see was his hunger, eagerness and yearn for her- and the truth was she was guilty of having the same feelings for him too. He pushed his head against her ear, teasing her earlobes as she felt one of his palms leave her waist and trail down to her thighs as the other gently caressed her sides, frequently maneuvering over her breasts. She rapidly grabbed the palm that had quickly slithered it’s way underneath her laps, halting it from going any further.

Slamming the car doors shut, they matched towards the entrance of the sparkling casino. Their heels graced the floor like they were on a red carpet, their long hair danced and bounced on their shoulders, and their dresses hugged their bodies and brought out their sinful curves, tempting those that caught their steps. Their reddish, luscious lips were carved into a luring smile, their chest popped out, eye-catching, their skin tan and delicate, their eyes sharp and seductive...the perfect seductresses. Finally, they were inside, walking past the guards that won't take their eyes off their sinful bodies, falling under a spell called lust.