The Seduction Function

I know- it’s like Post-a-Rama all up in here today. Apparently I have a lot to say and no one I really want to say it to, so I’ll be screaming into the abyss if it’s ok with you.

Ahem. Let’s talk about seduction.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, should know what it’s like to be seduced at some point in their lifetime- I firmly believe this. But it has to be a certain type of seduction, not just your bargain basement wooing.

Allow me to explain. Seduction is not about sex- It’s mental. It’s a mind fuck. It’s the pregame. But it’s not always sexual, at least not in my world.

I believe that it’s not just an action, it’s a reaction. An expression of intention. It’s how I show you how you make me feel, what you do to me, how much you turn me on. All that longing and passion manifest and culminate in a desire to express those feelings to you somehow.

How? Thanks for asking.

I’ll give you an example: When it came to THAT GUY, I could not get enough of than man. For real. Once I felt safe and comfortable with him, that poor guy never knew what hit him. And because he made me feel that way, I wanted to show how much I appreciated it. I was unencumbered by fear and anxiety- I could be uninhibited and free.

And boy, was I uninhibited. And man, was it fun.

I had a goal to make him hard before his finger hit the elevator button. 10/10 times, I achieved that goal. Most of the time, I had him hiding a hard on behind a duffel bag before he even hit the hotel lobby.

I was so enthralled with this guy that I would do anything to turn him on. To show him how he made me feel and what he brought out in me. And yes, to hopefully make him feel the same way about me. After all, who wouldn’t want to be the object of such affection? To know that the mere sight of your smile or even the scent of your skin could arouse someone to the point of distraction?

But it wasn’t a chore, it was a game. It was so much fun. Lingerie, toys, naughty texts, whispered words…all of it timed perfectly and designed explicitly to show him exactly how I felt about him. The lengths I went to show him…it still makes me smile, I would never have done such things for an average lover. These are things you do for someone you are just so fucking hot for that you can’t stop thinking about them. It’s like you need to let them know that they drive you wild, whether they reciprocate the feelings, whether anything comes of it is irrelevant.

It’s all in the effort.

On his birthday, as he was driving to meet me I texted him a photo of me wearing black lingerie. By the time he arrived, I was on my knees wearing all white lace, holding his birthday cake, a single candle lighting the room.

Yes, it says ‘I love you’, but I can say that with a Hallmark card. Sure, it says ‘I want you’, but I can say that with a thong and a smile (which I have).

This says, ‘I want to show you that you bring out a side of me that is playful, sexual, loving, erotic, and downright shameless. That is what you do to me’.

Of course that stupid fucker had to go and mess things up after about 10 years of this, didn’t he? Ah well…His loss. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Apparently my desire for him eventually inflated the wrong head and he began to take things for granted.

But that’s another post.

And I digress.

Thing is, I LOVE the seduction. I miss it. This is the stuff that I wish I could do for Hubby, but I just don’t feel that way about him and frankly, it would be wasted on him anyway. I show my love for him in other ways.

I’ve mentioned that I don’t do boring sex and that I’m holding out for THE ONE. Inherent in that is that this man has to be someone capable of and worthy of eliciting that type of effort from me. I’ve only met one man since THAT GUY who I believe could make me feel that way but alas, he’s married. I also have a feeling he’s never been properly seduced and perhaps he’s not even aware of how utterly delicious he actually is. I wonder Wise Readers, if you’re married, would you want to know if your mere presence drove someone to distraction? Would you be flattered?

I have no plans to say anything to this man- he wouldn’t care anyway. But I wonder sometimes if he wouldn’t smile a bit bigger and walk a bit taller if he knew that his name, his face, his voice appeared daily in my thoughts in a manner decidedly NOT so innocent?

Wise Readers, in my admittedly short-lived heyday, I have brought men on 3 continents to their knees. I have made high level executives and professional athletes hang on my every word. Now that I am getting my gumption back, I am quite aware of what I bring to the table. I am no slouch when it comes to the art of seduction. I am a fantastic lay. I may not be the best lover you’ve ever had, but I will damn well be one of the most enthusiastic, uninhibited, and energetic.

I would LOVE to show this man exactly what he does to me. Give me 24 hours, my chefs kitchen and some good music and he will know precisely the effect his presence has on me. Much like any married man in a Gentleman’s Club for example, he need not lay a finger on me and vice versa.

I mean, we all know there’s no sex in the Champagne Room, right?

At least that’s what I’ve heard…