The Taste Of Seduction Novels & Stories

That was like a red rag to a bull. I hitched her up and carried her through to the living room, bashing my knee into her suitcase on the way to the dining table, on such a fucking mission. I slammed her flat, wanting to possess every fucking part of her. My mouth was frantic as I tasted, licked, sucked, trying to take her all in. She held my head to her pussy, already wet enough that my face was slick within seconds. Her taste was my heaven, my filth was my hell, and it was a blend powerful enough to turn me into a rampant demon.

But how can you not want to fall victim to the words replaying in your head when the very object of seduction lays before you? When you’ve got a pretty woman bent before your face, back arched and legs wide open to accompany your face between them. When her soft thighs squeeze against your face, welcoming you to keep going. To keep protruding your tongue on places they shouldn’t be. Places that will fulfill your sinful desire and give her the pleasure only you can satisfy. Places you love having your mouth on and tasting every single bit of. Places that only you are permitted to explore because she has made it clear that her very being is yours and yours alone to defile.

‘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

He smelt of spicy soap and limes, he tasted of bourbon, his body warm as his shirt-covered chest pressed against her throbbing breasts. His mouth became gently probing as he sensed her confused acquiescence, his lips moving moistly across her cheek as he told her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how much she excited him. Susan could feel herself being seduced by his verbal lovemaking, his dark eyes piercing in the illumination from the lights beside the house doors, holding her captive as his mouth lowered to hers again. They tasted, licked, nibbled, finally coming together with fierce passion, Leo's hands restless on her body, at last lingering on the up-thrust of her breast.

"You're so scared, but your body is begging me to wreck you." He pulled his fingers out, glistening with my own nectar, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them with an obscene sound that made my belly clench. His eyes never left mine. "Tastes sweet," he said in a husky voice. "I want to taste it straight from the source." Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He gripped my hips tightly, keeping me at the edge of the dresser, and buried his face in my crotch.

He’d still give her anything. The first shy stroke of her tongue past his teeth, feathery light and tasting sweetly of champagne, sent another spiking shock through his system. Her shy seduction was driving him crazy with desire. With need. With an overpowering drive to defend and keep, to treasure and soothe.

It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my white cotton panties, dark with my arousal. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down. “Look at this pretty cunt. Soaked for me. Puffy and pink.” He ran a single finger through my folds, feeling my wetness, and pushed it slowly into his mouth. “You taste like seduction.” He stood then, guiding me backwards until the edge of his massive oak desk hit the backs of my thighs. Papers scattered. “On your back. Now.” I obeyed, scrambling onto the cool, hard wood. He pushed my legs apart, his gaze burning into my exposed pussy. “Beautiful,” he muttered.

It was a dance of passion and connection, a moment where time seemed to stand still as we delved deeper into the depths of our desires. Marius's actions are so seductive, it's as if he's mastered the art of seduction itself. Every move he makes, every touch, every whisper, it's all designed to ignite the flames of desire within me. And despite my attempts to resist, I find myself succumbing to the intoxicating allure of his presence.

A compulsive need to taste the other passionately in front of all to witness drowns us. This male looks even more bewitching to me with the white paint smeared over his flesh, he makes my pussy wetter just by his appearance his rough features illuminated by the flames of the bonfire. The fact that he is not talking to me with his mouth by his feverish eyes turns me on to the point that I am thoroughly drenched and ready to be fed. This dance of seduction that was meant to entice him has bound me under its spell instead, I am drugged by my male.