Subliminal Seduction Books Novels & Stories

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy. Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

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.

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."

“But it has a secret and special section. Quite expensive, but open only to a few. It is called The Art of Subtle Seduction and Sensuality.” I felt a flicker of hope, small but bright. “Really?” Lucia nodded, her eyes serious. “Once you allow yourself to be trained by the instructors in that class, your husband will have eyes for only you. Eventually, you will have him eating out of the palm of your hands.” I smiled, the first real smile I had felt all day. “That sounds like a much better plan than drugging my husband and having him sleep with me.” Lucia shook her head, her expression dismissive. “That is a cheap stunt for classless people. You are too beautiful for that. All you have to do

‘I’ve tried Relax and Energise. ‘So no market research on Seduction?’ ‘Yes, just not—personal research.’ There was a long, pulsing silence and then he put the candle down and leaned his hips on the desk, the movement of his trousers revealing expensive polished shoes. ‘Let me tell you something about seduction, Sophia.’ His voice was more seductive than a thousand scented candles. ‘To you it’s just a word, but it’s so much more than that. Seduction is about tempting, enticing and persuading until you’ve driven someone mad with need. Yes, scent is important, but not the artificial scent of a candle—it’s the individual scent of the person you’re with, and it’s not just scent but scent combined

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

When I thought I couldn't anymore, I picked ‘the art of seduction', I was actually too tired to read but I had nothing else to do while waiting for Lucius. I opened the book and started reading at first forcing myself but then I got lost in the story. It was a story about an undesirable woman who wanted to learn how to win the heart of the man she loved for a very long time and a very beautiful woman who could capture any man's heart with just a look. In this book, the beautiful woman teaches the undesirable one how to seduce a man completely, body, mind, heart and soul. “The art of seduction, hmm…” I almost fell off the chair when I heard Lucius' voice. I had been so into my reading I didn'

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

They’re opposites in every aspect of life, still there was one thing they had in common- an attraction towards each other. He suddenly drew her closer to himself, clinging unto her tightly and her breath hitched due to the suddenness of the action. He stared down at her with a risque smile on his face- she’s a head shorter than he was, so she looked up to him and realized how close their bodies were. They were so close. She was so close to him that she caught sniffs of his expensive Jasmine scented cologne, could feel his rhythmic pulsation, his soft breaths as his exhales gently landed on her skin, sending shivers of ecstacy down her spine. Fetish.