Seduction stories involve situations that entice and lead characters astray, often consenting to sexual acts through a state of uncontrollable arousal.
A seducer will be in control of a situation through persuasion. They will usually tease through a variation of alluring elements and will tempt to win the seduced over, for their own personal gain.
Acts of temptation are typically sought through heightened senses, which can include a wide variety of attractions, including visual and aural stimulation.
I grew up in a very conservative Pentecostal church. Our congregation was small, but several times per year we would gather with other small church groups for Revival. Revival was like camping and going to church at the same time. By the time I was in my mid teens I knew the belief system that my family and others were trying to instill in me wasn’t going to happen. Primarily because of the hypocrisy of the majority of me...
Joan woke up holding April, both of them smelling and feeling like fucked cunts. Joan slides her hand over April's back, pulling April's lips to hers in a lust-filled, passionate kiss. April comes alive, holding Joan tight as they continue to kiss passionately. Their fucked bodies entwined together, cunt to cunt. Finally, they loosened their hold on each other; April suggested they head to the bathroom to piss and shower....
Charles's breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her to him with a steady rhythm. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, thrusting deep into her dripping pussy, his cock stretching her pussy tight around him. “God, I love fucking you.” Charles Worthington, an eccentric billionaire infamous for his taste in younger women, was utterly lost in the moment. The woman sprawled naked on his desk...
John laced up his running shoes and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. He took a deep breath, feeling invigorated as he began his jog through the quiet streets of the suburban neighborhood near where he was staying at a hotel for a work conference. The morning was just beginning, casting a warm glow over the awakening houses. As he ran down the sidewalk, John noticed something glinting on the ground near the edge...
The espresso machine hissed like a warning as Jaden entered Crimson Coffee precisely at 8:15. The scent of fresh-ground beans couldn't mask the electric charge that crackled through the air whenever he appeared. Jennifer's keen senses detected his presence before the bell chimed - her nipples tightened painfully against silk, pussy clenching with Pavlovian response to his masculine energy. She wasn't some lovestruck baris...
It was a warm evening with romantic music and dancing, Good food, and lots of alcohol. The guests were filled with erotic lust from the afternoon events, which were still fresh in everyone's minds. Joan sat at a table sipping her drink, along with her new friend April and several other couples. Everyone was in a great mood and was looking forward to a hot evening of making out and dancing. There were erotic stories and te...
My introduction... I'd look out from my bedroom window over to my aunt's house; she lived directly behind us and had a big garden like her neighbours. I concentrated more on her neighbours, watching the washing being hung up, etc. In 1980, we had a fairly good summer. I was sixteen and my holiday job finished at 12 so that left me with an afternoon to myself until everyone else came home later in the day. On a weekday, I...
Joan received her invitation to her high school's thirtieth-class reunion. She decided to go despite not attending any previous reunions. The reunion would be held at one of the class members' large estates inside the home and out on the beautiful tree-lined grass grounds, with a large pool and sports area. Joan's husband, John, decided he would not attend, as he did not know any of my classmates. "I think he just wanted...
Travelling through a hole sideways on an extruded bench. Yes, I’m on the Tube. So, I’m sitting here, on the Jubilee Line if you’re interested, and thinking… is this seating orientation unique? Can you think of another? The lower-deck seats on an old Routemaster bus. Oh yeah, okay then. Most subway trains around the world. Yeah, okay! Whatever. Boy, it’s hot though. The dry, unique ‘underground air’ drifting through the ca...
She sat perched on the edge of the bed, her wavy red locks framing her heart-shaped face as she gazed up at me with those piercing green eyes that seemed to draw me in like a magnet. A sprinkling of light freckles danced across her cheeks and chest, adding a touch of whimsy to an otherwise striking appearance. Her green sheer babydoll lingerie clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating the lush swell of her...
I grew up in a very conservative Pentecostal church. Our congregation was small, but several times per year we would gather with other small church groups for Revival. Revival was like camping and going to church at the same time. By the time I was in my mid teens I knew the belief system that my family and others were trying to instill in me wasn’t going to happen. Primarily because of the hypocrisy of the majority of me...
The days passed with a current of normalcy, but the relationship between Avery and Jake had deepened in unimaginable ways. Jake had embraced Avery's sexual desires without reservations, finding in them an indescribable source of pleasure. He loved listening to her stories, every detail of their encounters, which only increased his love and desire for her. Jake, increasingly impressed and in love, couldn't help but fantasi...
Tyrell wiped the sweat from his bald head, then slipped the black chef’s apron over his head and fastened its ties at the back. The tapes hung down and tickled his naked butt, which made him smirk. He studied his reflection in the long mirror in the bedroom he shared with Vanessa. From the front, she would detect nothing amiss. He’d admit that top chefs wore shoes to cook, and probably a shirt, no matter how finely chisel...
It was a dreary, grey, and rainy day as our car rolled up the long, winding driveway to Agnes Hall, looming just outside the city. It‘s a stretch to say the car drove us; Lockshire drove us, as he always did, with his usual unyielding focus. I was merely a passenger, though in his eyes, more than that—a decorative ornament, a mantle-piece brought to life for his use. My role was clear: to distract and entice, to lure his...
Theatre 1 It’s rare that Leeza and I have the same day off during the week, and even more unusual when that day is a beautiful warm summer day. We had no special plans for the day except to try a new little restaurant that her friends had told her about. It was in a developing part of town and we were anxious to see what new shops may also be there. I was waiting outside when she came out. Wow, she looked hot, a short whi...
“Hey, Arsehole! What have you got on tonight?” Peter Smith asked, as I was making tea in the canteen at work. “I’m busy.” “Doing what?” “I’m framing a couple of my etchings.” “Ok. Fuck off! There’s a twenty first birthday party in Searsons tonight. Guaranteed wall to wall babes. Interested?” “Oh I don’t think that level of base shallowness appeals to me, Smithser.” “You what,now?” “Are you looking for someone to push your...
