The Art of Seduction, Let Me Seduce You. ♕

The art of seduction isn’t about looks or anything material, sometimes it’s as simple as someone paying attention.

I want to know you. The things that make you tick, your worries and your fears. I want to know the little spots on your body that no one else knows just how much you loved being touched. Trailing my fingertips across your lips, wanting to taste them and have them taste me. Feeling the stubble of your beard while I lean in to kiss you. Placing my lips on yours and running my tongue across your bottom lip, tasting where your lips meet. Listening for your breathing to change as we deepen our kiss. Feeling our tongues dance in rhythm with one another. Our mouths opening to one another the way my legs surely will for you. The art of seduction is a delicate dance that shouldn’t be rushed.

I want to run my fingertips over your shirt and start to unbutton it little by little. Kissing you and touching you while our lust for one another builds and amplifies. Reveling in the moments where we can feel the heat of our skin through our clothes and our breathing beginning to become deeper and more shallow all at once. Playing my fingertips under your now unbuttoned shirt, I know you’re anxious for me to move to your pants or my own clothing but I delay, letting the moment build along with our desire.  This is what the art of seduction is all about.

Standing, I start to shed my own clothes for your viewing pleasure.

The art of seduction is as much visual as physical. Slowly I remove my clothing while you watch. Make eye contact, only to be broken while your eyes dance across my body. I can tell you’re appreciating the view as I strip down to nothing but my garter, nylons, and heels. Kneeling in front of you, and sliding my hands up your thighs, I take my time unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants. I know you want me to move a little faster, but I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. This is the best part. The anticipation and need. Desire and heat pooling in the most private places.

Sliding your pants down, I’m careful to get oh so close, but not touch your erection. It’s difficult since it’s really all I want to do. I want to touch you and taste you, but it would be robbing us of his moment. Robbing us of the art of seduction.  So instead push me up, my full tits brushing your cock to kiss you again. This time firmly, pouring all of my need into that kiss. At that moment, when I feel your own restraint starting to falter, I choose then to grip your cock firmly and start to stroke it. Reveling in the velvet-covered steel that is your shaft.

The art of seduction is a dance, and we begin to move to the same rhythm.

I want to taste you and know what you feel like in my mouth, but we are past that now. You’re dripping with precum, and I ache for you inside of me. Straddling your hips, I delay our desire for one last moment and slide the head of your cock from the opening of my pussy to my clit and back. Spreading around my juices and telling you exactly how badly I want you. It’s then when the art of seduction falters.  I want you too much. I start to sink down on you. Inch by delicious inch until you’re buried to the hilt, and that’s when I start to move my hips. First in little circles and then grinding. My pussy starts to quiver as I start to cum. My muscles clamping down onto you, cumming all over your cock before you take one of my nipples into your mouth and push me over the highest peak.

The art of seduction is something that isn’t just for you alone. I love every delicious second. Let’s finish seducing one another and cum finish this story!