Quotes About Seduction

Suffice it to say that the vile arts of the hussy prevailed over that noble and upright man—that she enticed him, by adroit appeals to his sympathy, into taking her upon automobile rides, into dining with her clandestinely in the private rooms of dubious hotels

All sex, and indeed all pleasure, must include a poisonous drop of perversion, of devilish transgression—of evil, even—for it to be worth getting into bed for.

Women only wear beautiful clothes so that men will want to remove them.

Daisy wore a clingy black dress with a neckline so deep it could tutor philosophy.

A Spoon swoon, if you will.

Or maybe it's a ploy to get more sex." She gave him a look that curled his chopsticks. "Maybe it's working," she said. "Maybe I'll slip into something more comfortable," he said. "Not that Batman mask again." "Aw, c'mon, you can wear the utility belt." She thought about it. "Okay, but no stopping in the middle and shouting, 'Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel.' 

Here are two short articles on how to seduce your man: ?Ask him if he wants to have sex. And: ?Say, Yes, that would be nice.

If I go all out in the smooth department," Myron said, "women all over the tri-state area begin to disrobe. I need to harness the power.

Overdone lipstick is a deterrent to men. It rubs off easily onto their skin and the edges of their shirts, so it discourages them from kissing, touching, and coming closer to you, which is what they really want to do!

Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

Never trust the calm sea when she shows her false alluring smile.

A piece of writing has to seduce the reader; it has to suspend disbelief and earn the reader's trust.

Truth is a great flirt.

Dear God, the woman was still beautiful. After all these years. All this time. And he bet he could have her pants off and be inside her in…he glanced at his watch. Thirty seconds. Yeah. That would work.

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

It isn't about the looks; gorgeous women get dumped every day. It isn't about intelligence. Women of all types, from brilliant women to women with the IQ equivalent of plant life, pull it off every day. It's about mystery and learning how to create intrigue.

He did not look like an archangel—if archangels looked as he did, there would be no women of virtue left in Paradise.

She touched him, placing her hand over his curled fingers, straightening them so that they were palm to palm, then she interlaced her fingers with his. Her fingertips were icy. A silent, dangerous thrill coursed through him. He wanted to pull her atop him and show her what awaited a foolish young woman who slipped into a man's bedroom in the dead of the night after having devoured him all evening with those dark, intense eyes of hers, setting his blood to simmer over three long hours.

At least once in his life, he would like for her to look at him as she would a morsel of fine French pastry. Or a slice of Victoria sandwich. Or even a humble piece of buttered bread.

He climbed into bed himself and kissed his way up her legs. Instincts she didn't even know she possessed made her clench her thighs together. Without any hesitation, he pushed them apart, exposing her to his gaze. "The doors of the temple, darling, never close to the devout acolyte.

His voice, however, was utterly velvety—if an upholstered wrecking ball could be called velvety. "I won't need to try, my dear. My touch will burn away his." She couldn't breathe. "You were always quiet in his bed," he went on, "but you won't be in mine. You will scream with pleasure—and you will do it again and again.

I won't bite, you know," he said. "I might lick, but I won't bite." "I don't want you to lick either." "I will lick only where you like, how is that?

The woman was a holy terror: the sweetest face, the pillowiest bosom, and a perspicacity that stripped a man naked in seconds.

He'd had a need to be gentle, had wanted this to be slow and lazy, as though something sweet and easy could take away the misery of the day. It wasn't quite the sweet and tender seduction he'd hoped for, but as the climax rushed up on them, claiming them both hard and demanding, as she rested her forehead to his, their gazes locked, her mouth seeking out his … everything else fell away. In those moments, nothing else existed but each other.