The Art of Seduction

“I don’t know how to initiate sex.”

I say this on a Monday evening, when we’re both lounging naked on the bed. As you do on a Monday evening. We’re being silly with each other but my need for him is strong and I can’t resist his naked body.

He kisses me. Once, twice, he kisses me. His face is kind, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You initiate sex by saying something.”

He rolls on top of me and starts kissing me all over.

“Like…. I’m going to do something so dirty to you, and make you so wet.”

I gasp and moan as he goes on. He wants to fuck me, he wants to devour me, he wants my legs trembling with desire.

And then he straddles me and with one swift push, he enters me. His thrusts are swift and they make me utterly insane. He keeps whispering. “Come for me, baby, come for me. I’m going to make you moan.”

We fuck and scream and cry till we reach our limit and come.

And then he sits up.

“And that’s how you seduce someone.”

“Lesson learned. Although I could use more education.”

“Oh, we can provide.”

“I’m sure you can. I’m sure you can.”

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