Seduction stories: The seductress

The night was quiet, but that quiet was going to wobble soon. Because there she was, darker and darker than coal. The pub pointed its spotlights towards a smile that she gives me with the innocence of the one who loves prisoner. And prey would make her. All mine, I think.

Tied up, handcuffed and with my mouth kissing her sex.

Nerves, nerves and more nerves.

I love her angelic face and that mixture of color that between youth and maturity transmits me her tenderness.

It must be something bigger than me. She is seductive. I’m sorry. Very seductive. The sexual glow inspired by her green eyes drags me into a spiral of sexual innuendoes that I’m unlikely to be able to contain.

I don’t doubt it a moment more. I throw myself on my head.

—I sense that when you finish taking off that jacket I’m going to love the way you look in the dress you’re wearing underneath – I say to him with a slutty smile, taking advantage of the moment when he makes a gesture to take off his coat.

It’s not a dress I’m wearing underneath, it’s a T-shirt. He answers nicely, but at the same time cold. And I deduce without mistake that it was not my best opening sentence.

—You’re absolutely right. Do you like chess? -I suddenly respect it, and when faced with such a meaningless question, I can’t help but smile. I think those trousers you’re wearing, which, by the way, look very good on you, are perfect for that kind of game.

—Yeah, well, even though I’m not very good at chess,” he replies, laughing at my insinuation.

—I’m not going to lie to you. Chess isn’t my favorite game either – I hint at my second interpretations.

—Ahhh and… What kind of game do you like?

—Mainly those that take place inside the bedroom – I let him go without thinking for a moment.

His face begins to draw an infinite mixture of astonishment, laughter and natural charm. He begins to surround himself with the attractive fog of mystery. I feel in his face as if he were saying to me: “well, finally someone different”.

—I see you’re a pretty direct guy.

Now I could start talking to her about me, I think. But what does it matter to this girl who knows me for a couple of minutes how the fuck I am? I prefer her to find out for herself. There will come moments when I tell her how I think I am and how the fuck I think I see life.

—We agree that it’s only your fault. Your gaze doesn’t stop communicating sex to the four winds. Here I am only an interpreter and a victim…

—But it was you who came to talk to me,” he says as he tries to contain his laughter.

—Of course, if you look at me and take off your jacket so insinuatingly, what do you want? Leave that splendid little body of yours without my pleasant company? No way! -I end with a gesture of indignation.

I love to see her smile and feel that she’s enjoying our incoherent conversation. Her face starts to reflect more amazement and I see her more and more like a flower that opens up to show its smell. The continuous sexual insinuations catch us wanting to know more.

—Hey, I’m a good girl,” she says, showing herself more flirtatious and touching now.

—Anda… if deep down you’re a little princess.

—Man… what do you think? -He laughs at me.

That was the perfect moment for no friend to interrupt me. But since we are not alone in this world and the breeze moves us from place to place, my friend Angel interferes to break our spell.

He tells me that if we don’t leave now, we miss the time of entry to a nightclub if we don’t want to pay the bill for enjoying his stay.

—I have to go. But I’m enjoying you very much Marta. What do you think if you and your friends come with us and we keep talking? Or come with me.

—I can’t, we just got here and they’ve already ordered, but sign up for my phone number.

I write down their phone number, and I also write down a cobra when I say goodbye. Always risking and falling into haste. And I’m glad!

In a matter of an hour, I receive a WhatsApp on my mobile: We are here!

Answering your call, I give birth to your meeting. His cheeks are still tattooed on my retinas in a glazed gesture.

I want to see her smile, I need it.

—I see that you can’t live without me – I respect her with irony as I attack her with my sharpest smile.

—Well, you told me to warn you if I came, now don’t blame me,” she replies gracefully.

—Of course it’s your fault. All the more so if we count the desire with which you have stopped giving me a kiss on those cheeks of a good girl.

She blushes and I remain as if we were walking together through a romantic film that was never broadcast.

—I don’t know you well enough to start with kisses. You’ll have to wait, and I’ll warn you that the wait may be long – she explains to me in a scathing tone.

You want a game? It’s a deal!

—It is a pity, patience is not one of the virtues of which I can boast the most,” I maintain, lowering my tone of voice and getting closer to it.

—For patience is the mother of science, have you never been told?

—Do you still have any hope that he is a man of science? -I reply with a double meaning.

—So what are you a man of?

—You should begin to understand that I am more of an emotional man,” I reply as I approach.

Very close and letting silence corrode us I bow to smell his neck. His hair slips and caresses my face serving his perfume.

—You smell very good, although I’m sure you know much better. The bad news is that you like to reject me and I might win another cobra – whisper, whisper and whisper…

His eyes open like plates with a gleam of incognita and fear that is revived. We let time run unanswered until we collide slowly in a kiss.

Wake up Marta! I hear it coming out of her mind.

—I won’t let you keep kissing me. I don’t know anything about you,” she tries to conclude affectionately.

—I didn’t know you were that kind of seduction strategy,” I whisper as I repeat myself.

—It’s not a strategy, it’s a reality. It’s not no, remember?

—All right, let’s play a game. I tell you how I think you are, and you tell me how you think I am. That way we know each other better and hopefully we’ll turn a no into something much better.

—Mmm… I don’t know whether to buy you the idea.

—Perfect, let’s start.

—I’ll start better,” he interrupts me. You’re the kind of guy who never gives up, aren’t you?

—It depends on when, where and how the defeat is,” I hint as I take a quick look at his body.

—What an asshole!

—You’ve already got two that are relatively true. Now it’s my turn, isn’t it?

—Clear, clear.

—If there’s one thing that stands out about you, it’s your insight. I’m sure by working you’ll find out who’s going to do a trick before I even do it. You can clearly see in your gestures that intelligence of those who know how to anticipate any move.

—It’s not bad,” he says, smiling with a snobby indifference.

—And of course, you’re also a bit of a hood. Look, something we have in common.

The conversation slowly continues. Of course, continuing her attitude of not wanting at the idea that we both know the real truth; but we play.

Wonderful circumstances to know them. Wandering among the intricacies of persuasion. I do, but I don’t. It may be, but my friend, you will have to work on it.

brave jungle

#wearebrave #feelthepassion

The more we appreciate the other person, willing in the front row to fall into the depths of sexual tension, the greater their influence for both of us. Do as the artist and be as the brush become the tool of your energy. In this way you will rise between the magical flow of bodies attracted by magnetism.

David Jungle

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