Seduction isn't about making someone do what they don't want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they already secretly desire to do, what they eagerly crave to do in the deep and hidden recesses of their own subconscious.
There is nothing more exciting than seeing a true seductress embrace her sexual power being playful, flirtatious, inquisitive, sometimes deep and dark seeking her own truth and her own special place in the universe and using a man and his imagination to do it.
My wife Sonja is a very sexy Latin female. Like most women she occasionally has her doubts about getting older and if she is still sexy and desirable. Her self-doubt is totally unfounded; in my eyes, she is an incredibly beautifully exotic and sensual woman that rocks my world. A woman with a beautiful soul and a dirty mind that makes me embrace the world with open arms and a fully erect boner.
She frequently uses her seductive powers to make me give into and embrace my own repressed desires and exploits my weakness making me give her whatever she desires as only a truly sexy woman can. She is the only woman that could ever entice me out of my man cave where I had emotionally barricaded myself, hiding from the joys and pain that previous relationships had inflicted on me.
I love when Latin women tease especially if she wants something and use her sexuality to get it. The way they use they use it is an art form offering a visual invitation to explore and know her body by her swaying movements and then using her hands to caress her goddess-like frame providing a road map traversing the pretty curves and contours of her mounds before diving into the deep recesses that lead to the forbidden treasures that she saves for only the most worthy of lovers that can truly appreciate and deserve her.
Combined with her smile, and then there is that look, that expression that could stop the rotation of the earth if she so desired. Latina's eyes command you to love them, to adore them, they capture your imagination and then take your soul by enchanting you into a world you never want to leave.
My wife usually brings out her mystical Latina powers of seduction when she gives me a special treat on my birthday or on our anniversary. Sometimes she likes to play the expensive and sophisticated call girl escort paid for pleasure, less about the physical sex and more about the mental game of sex, lust, and desire. She is so excruciatingly good at playing this role, this persona, this alter ego, sometimes making me wonder what the hell she was or did in a past life.
If you are doing a roleplay you have to get every detail right. It's not about the clothes the props you need to get into each other's head to know what emotions they want to feel and what mental image you need to create to generate those emotions. Sometimes times the perfect partner is the one you never have to be yourself with but one that you can be anyone but yourself with, that you can escape into a fantasy world with and be somebody totally different with.
When my wife immerses herself in that call girl character she is a treat, a special gift just for me. There is no other feeling like it, the butterflies in my stomach, the mystery and intrigue of not knowing what will be there waiting for you and how it will happen.
Once the games have started there is no pause button and she plays to win, she takes no prisoners it is a game where both winning and losing are deliciously exciting and require complete and total devotion. We both cloak ourselves in the body and soul of some obscure unrepentant stranger that we have chosen to be, climbing into a persona that will be carried away to be relived in our fondest and most erotic memories whenever our normal lives start to close in on us.
We had been planning this special private performance for weeks, or at least I had. Now as the sun was going down the curtain was about to go up on our long-desired time alone to savor our special fantasy relationship.
I had already taken a shower and was wondering around our master bedroom aimlessly like a lost puppy in a pair of silk boxer shorts asking her what she wanted me to wear. She went to the closet and picked out one of my business suits saying "If I am going to get dressed up for you, you are going to get dressed up for me."
I nodded my compliance and then inquired. "So what is the game plan for tonight?"
"I am here to make you horny. Tonight I am your fantasy your escape from reality." She whispered playfully into my ear. "No one else can do to you what I am going to do to you tonight and they better not try or I will cut off your dick." all the time squeezing my partial erect member before heading off into the bathroom to take a shower to begin her long-anticipated performance.
I was laying on our king size bed waiting while she was taking a shower I remember that last time we played this game the night before her office Christmas party.
I smile and contemplated how the game has changed and evolved over the years and how our quest to please each other and to experience all the carnal desires and gratifications that a man and woman can bestow on each other has brought us to this level.
She manipulates and uses me to make me manipulate and use her. We are both tortured demonic souls locked in an eternal erotic struggle for control, conquest and ultimately the surrender of our bodies to the other. She is the kind of a woman that can entice the devil to sell his soul to her and have no regrets about doing it over and over again.
I yearn for these erotic play sessions, to drink from her glass of feminine sensuality down to the very last drop so that she can then refill it with a new and different kind of sexual elixir each time so that we can both explore and experiment with it. We cannot explain it to ourselves much less to each other we only know that it is an erotic hunger that must be feed upon to keep the flame alive.
Somewhere between whore and Goddess she hones her skills and evaluates her net worth as a woman by manipulating me. I love her and I hate her, I only know that both my body and my whole being aches and grieves with a great emptiness when I am not in her presence.
As the blaring sound of the hairdryer subsides she finally emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a large towel with the smell of bath soap in the air.
"So what is our game plan for the evening?" she inquired nonchalantly.
"Let's see if you can persuade me to cheat on my wife." I grinned.
Her facial expression met my words with a menacing scowl then slowly transiting to a devilish smile, "Good idea at least I will know how long a leash to put you on before I reel you back in when we go out in the real world."
She noticed I had laid out her clothes for her on the bed.
"I see you like fingering through my underwear drawer."
"Well, it is my fantasy we're playing right?" I responded.
She released her bath towel tossing it over in the corner. She slipped on some rather exotic house slippers/heals and then standing completely naked, hands on her hips while surveying my choice of wardrobe.
