Seduction

I parked beside the house, lit a cigarette, and when she came out braless beneath her blouse, I knew our first date wouldn't end with simple conversation.

The dress gleamed beneath the lamp, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Before dinner, she was naked in my room, asking me to show her my world.

She only wanted to ask an awkward question; that same night, she ended up in my bed, determined to discover what she could feel.

What was meant to be an awkward dinner opened a door none of us intended to close again.

When she called me to the front, I thought she would merely point out muscles; I never imagined I’d end up naked, wet, and spread open before the other three.

Under the duvet, after making her come several times, she whispered that she wanted me to slowly open her ass without ever looking away.

I was twenty-seven and hungry for everything. He had broad hands, gray eyes, and a cock that, that afternoon, still didn’t know it would be tasted before dawn.

All it took was smelling him again to know I wouldn’t leave that room the same woman who had walked in.

I told him I was going home, but I turned the car around before leaving the parking lot and went straight back to fulfill everything we’d spent weeks getting each other hot over.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

I asked him to fix a window after class, but we both knew it wasn’t only wood that was about to give way.

She threw me out of her bed at dawn, but in the kitchen she looked at me differently—and I knew she still wanted me to make her misbehave.

I’d had three whiskeys and no reason to go home when the amber-eyed redhead asked me to insure her night.

I was hiding in a cabinet with my phone recording when she knelt before the professor and I realized it was only the beginning.

I went to watch her fight and ended up kissing her in an alley, with fresh blood on her lips and a savage desire to make her mine.

I masturbated in the shower thinking about his return, but I never imagined what he’d do to me once we closed the hotel-room door.

When she came to our door for dinner, my wife already knew what she wanted: to see her spread-legged on our sofa before midnight.

I accepted a beer with a coworker and ended up trembling in a hotel bed, soaked and begging him not to stop sucking my tits.

It began with an awkward argument in the car, but in the cinema line an unknown woman changed everything with a tension no one was supposed to notice.

After lunch, she looked at me over her coffee, and I knew that afternoon I wouldn’t be going for a run—I’d be fucking a stranger.