Word Seduction by Julien

[Julien]

The Word Seduction is dedicated to all the beautiful, loving Femmes for without you these words would never be written.

[Julien]

The Lodge
by Julien F.

Consider this, a nice drive to an out of the way location somewhere in the Smokey Mountains to a private lodge. A place without any family members to disturb us, no television, no computers to distract us, phones only if we need them. This private lodge is secluded and has all amenities that one could ask for to be comfortable. The weather outside is chilly, the lodge is warm and cozy. We start a fire in the fireplace, we sit on the couch and drink wine while we relax from the drive. We talk and you lean into me as I put my left arm around shoulders. Lazily you trace your perfectly sculpted nails along my thigh. The sexual tension that has been building since the drive up continues with each stroke from your nails on my leg. You know how it affects me and I enjoy it.
I reach my right hand to your face to guide your chin up to me and lean in for a kiss. Your eyes close and my lips brush yours gently at first. I deepen the kiss, our tongues tease one another to stoke each other’s pleasure. I reach around to run my fingers through your hair gently pulling your head back. A moan escapes your lips and you yield to the pressure of my body. As I wrap my arms around you, your hands travel up my biceps to my link behind my neck. The heat of your body intensify, I can feel it through the material of your shirt.
Breaking off the kiss, I trace my fingers exposing your collarbone, you arch your body in response to my touch, throwing your head back. I kiss your neck, I begin to unbutton your shirt one button at a time, your skin is so soft and warm. Your breasts are full and firm and your nipples have hardened by my touch. Taking off you shirt and bra. I palm your breasts with my hand and you grab my hand urging me to make my touch harder. Anything my lady desires, I will do. I will not hurt you. I want to taste them, to lick them. To take them into my mouth. You take my head into your hands and bring me down to your breasts. Telling me you want me to suck them. Oh yes I will. I take one breast into my hand bringing it to my mouth, taking the hardened nipple, licking it. I hear an intake of breath from you. You call out my name and tell me that you are wet for me. That only makes me more determined to make you more aroused. I take the nipple into my mouth and suck on it, while tonguing it to a hard pebble. Your hips are pushing forward and I can only imagine how wet you are, because I’m so wet for you. I turn to your other breast and bite your nipple so it is rock hard as well you take your hands and run them over your own breasts to feel their fullness and you tell me how they ache for me. You ache for me to touch you everywhere. Don’t you?
We decide to move on to the bedroom where it will be more comfortable. I won’t let you take your clothes off because I want to strip your jeans and underwear off myself. I lay you on the bed and you are withering with a need and desire. Your arms have a need to be filled. I am so ready to fill them for you. As you lay on the bed I straddle you over you upper legs. I lie down on top of you and the roughness of my clothing arouses and stimulates your skin. You pull at my shirt to take it off, but I won’t let you. This is all about your pleasure. I am here to make you feel good. You say you want to feel my skin on yours. You will, but not just yet. First I want to make you go beyond reason. We kiss and you hold me tight running you hands down my back, frustrated because you can’t get at my skin. I tease you with a slight flick of my tongue around your earlobe running down your neck.
Sitting up and moving off of you, I gaze down on your body as I run my hands over your breasts and your rib cage to your waist. I lean over and kiss your navel, licking my way around the waistband of your slacks. I rub my face over the slacks I can feel the heat from your body radiating through them. You spread your legs for me. “What do you want from me?” I ask. “I want you inside of me” you say. “I want you to lick me.” I touch your pussy and I can feel the dampness through your slacks. Grabbing my hand you push against it. I undo the button on your pants and oh, so slowly I peel off your pants leaving your underwear on. Getting between your legs, you put your knees up. I kiss your inner thighs and you gasp. Your underwear is damp with your wetness , I press my tongue against it as you squirm because the material is getting in the way. Its texture builds pressure, but you want more. You begin to beg me to take you panties off. I continue to tease you as I run my fingers just along the outside of the leg openings. I can feel your lips quivering. They are engorged with blood full and waiting for my touch. You want, you need to be penetrated. Your clit aches to be touched, to be licked.
Finally, I give you what you want, I pull your panties off and settle between your thighs. You spread your legs for me open yourself for my gaze and my touch. Your pussy glistens with moisture. You are so wet, I want to taste you. Your clit is hardened and aches, I reach out and touch it with my finger and you jump with excitement. Lying between your legs, you reach for my head to guide me where you want me to go. Slowly I begin to coax you into compliance with my tongue as I lick you the moisture from your lips. You get wetter with each flick of my tongue. Your hips move in rhythm with my mouth and tongue building in speed. You ask for more pressure. I flick my tongue in a circular motion around your clit under its hood. I suck your clit and insert my finger into your vagina. First one, then two, then three finger penetrating deep within you. Stroking you with a rhythm that you urge along with your hips. You moan and your breathing quickens with each stroke of my fingers and tongue. I can feel you tighten around my hand as your orgasm pulls close. Your legs begin to clench together and your hips buck wildly when you cry out in release. You ride the orgasm pulsing around my fingers. So tight and so wet. It feels wonderful. I flick my tongue over your clit and you shout out with pleasure. I push as deep as I can to feel your that rough spot to stroke it and urge more juices from you. Once your orgasm eases I pull out and cover you with my clothed body kissing you. Wrapping your legs around me you shiver through the remnants of your orgasm because the textures of my clothed body teases your skin and you search for warmth.
As you come down off your orgasm I take off my clothes and pull you close to my warm skin to hold and stroke the length of your body. I pull you on top of me and kiss you. You would straddle me. This is not where it ends. I have another thought, but I’ll leave that for another time….

[Julien]

The Dance
by Julien F.

I see you sitting at the bar by yourself sipping the wine from the stemmed glass. Your dress clings seductively to your hips and breasts. Absent mindedly you flip your hair away from your downturned head as you study your nails.
“Is there anyone sitting there?” I ask?

Turning to my voice, “no” you say. You give me the once over. I am suddenly glad that I dressed up tonight wearing my new khaki dress slacks and black dress shirt. You give me a slight smile as I sit down next to you. I give the bartender my drink order and listen to the throb of the music. I glance up at the mirror behind the bar and notice you are looking at me. You quickly avert your eyes. I pretend I did not notice because I did not want to embarrass you. Once again my eyes travel up to the mirror, again you are looking at me. This time I decide I will not let this invitation slip through my fingers. Chuckling to myself I turn to you.
I introduce myself extending my hand. “May I buy you a drink?”
Returning my smile you place your hand in mine. Your hand is warm and your grasp is firm. You tell me your name.
I order our drinks from the bartender and we talk about the new dance club, the crowd, the music. I notice that you really aren’t into the “bar scene” but you wanted to get out of the house to see what all the fuss was about. The music changes to a slow song. Something I feel more comfortable taking a chance with.

“Would you like to dance?” I ask.
You look up at me, hesitantly you say yes. I feel that you are as shy as I am. Standing up I take your hand in mine. The dance floor is crowded with women. I pull you to me and you willingly yield to my form. I place my hand in the small of your back and take your right hand in my left and hold it to my chest. We sway slowly to the music. I can feel the heat from your body seep through my shirt. You look up to me expectantly as if you’re waiting for something. Your left arm slides up my arm to the back of my neck. The feel of your body raises my body heat. I pull you to me to escape the jostling couples on the dance floor. Another slow song begins and we don’t part. You sigh with contentment. I ease us to the edge of the dance floor so I can see us in the mirror on the wall. You lean into me, seemingly at ease with our dance and proximity. I release your hand and you bring it to join your other one around my neck. I place my hand to the small of your back. While we dance I feel my body throb with desire for you. I wonder if you can feel it too. I feel flushed. The song ends and we go back to our place at the bar. Sitting at the bar, you search your purse for something. Pulling out your lipstick you use the mirror at the back of the bar to study your reflection. With practice ease you re-apply your lipstick, at first you watch me watching you, but you look away. I continue to watch you with awe. I never thought such a simple task could be so erotic.

We decide to find a more private place to talk. Collecting our coats, we leave the dance club. The downtown area is bustling with people. I guide you with my hand to the small of your back. We find a quiet pub a few blocks away and we’re fortunate enough to find a secluded booth. After ordering your favorite wine and my drink we lean forward to talk about each other’s daily lives. I discover that you are a kind and giving person, that you genuinely care for those people you come across in your daily work. I can tell through our conversation that you are the type of person that gives of herself without a thought of what it might do to you. You are a giver. I think it is time that someone gives to you for a change. You share your passion with me when you talk about your work. I see the passion in your eyes when you tell me your stories. You also are a very curious person. You prod me into telling you my life story, nothing to intrusive. It comes easily. I feel comfortable with you. I know you feel comfortable with me.

As the night grows longer, we lean our heads closer together, so not to shout over the crowd that has been building up inside the pub. The electricity between us that started on the dance floor is more obvious now. I reach across the table and lightly touch your fingers. You look up and hold my gaze, you smile at me. “So what do we do now?” I ask. “There is something happening here between us, that has been happening and what are we going to do about it?” My eyes drop down to your parted lips, as your breath quickens. “I’m not sure,” you say, “but, I’d think I would like to get to know you better.” You turn to collect your purse. I stand up and reach out my hand to help you up from the bench. It is cool out and I help you on with your long coat. I slip on my long leather overcoat. We walk a few blocks back to our waiting cars and I take your keys to unlock the driver’s door to your car. It is late, there are few cars in the parking lot. You car is parked not far from my own. I get my car and pull it up next to yours. I open the door for you and you turn around to face me. Looking up at me expectantly, I lift my hand to cup you cheek and kiss you for the first time. You lips tremble under my own. They part with the pressure of my kiss and you lean your body into me. I feel your breasts against my chest as I slip my other hand around your waist to pull you closer. Your hands run up my chest grabbing my shoulders for support. I deepen the kiss as you moan your approval. Licking your lips with my tongue, your tongue teases me with quick darts and retreats back into your mouth. I grasp the back of your neck, running my fingers through your hair. Bringing my other hand around the front of your body I cup your breast and caress your nipple with my thumb. You arch up with your hips and grind yourself into my crotch. The heat of our bodies radiates off of us. Our kissing becomes more passionate as we blend our mouths together. The cars make the perfect barrier from the outside world and I make sure my coat covers our bodies from view as I run my hand down your thigh and lift your skirt. We break off our kiss and you gasp at what is going on. Your breathing is ragged as is my own. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I want to touch you, to feel you.” I answer. You don’t pull back from me, but nod your approval. I put my hand under your dress and feel the smoothness of your thighs. Tracing my way to your pussy, I feel the silk of your panties. They are warm and damp. I sigh with awe. “I’ve been wet ever since we danced that first dance.” You say. Spreading you legs ever so slightly, you let me slip my hand underneath your panties. I guide my hand through you pubic hair, I touch your clit, you whimper with my touch. When I finally slip my fingers through the folds of your lips you let out a sigh of release. You are so wet and aroused from the danger of the moment. I want nothing more than to slip my fingers inside of you. I want to taste you. To be on my knees in front of you and to go down on you, with your leg over my shoulder. But we can’t. I have to be content with it just as it is. So I slip my fingers lower, until I find your hot, wet opening and thrust my two of my fingers inside. You try not to scream as I stroke you. At the same time my thumb runs a circular motion around your hard clit. Your nails bite into my shoulders. You face is flushed and you are holding back from moaning out loud. I continue to thrust my fingers inside of you as you tighten up with the erotic feelings and impromptu meeting. “You feel so good” I whisper to your ear. “I want you to come for me. I want to feel you clench down on my fingers.” Your hips move in rhythm to my finger’s movements creating a storm of sensation for you. It is all too much for you. I can feel the beginning of your orgasm as you tighten up unbelievable hard around my fingers. It feels so good. You want to scream out, but you cannot. Instead when you come you bite me on the shoulder. Juices run down my fingers from your orgasm. You shiver when you come I can feel the vibrations around my fingers. I hold you while you come down. I make sure you covered and taken care of so that no one can see us. I collect you and put you into the passenger seat and get into the driver’s seat of your car. I hold you for a while and we sit and I’m sure you are calm.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Overwhelmed. I’ve never done anything remotely like that before in my life.” You say.
“Believe it or not neither have I” I reply.
“But, what about you?”
“What about me.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“My pleasure is seeing you have pleasure. I feel good making you feel good. This time it was about you and how you feel.”
“Are you aroused?”
“Very much so. I was aroused dancing with you. Making you aroused and seeing you come, makes me even more aroused. Watching you put on your lipstick aroused me.”
“What can I do for you?” you ask .
That will be the subject of the next story....

[Miss July]

All I got is WOW (in a very good way)

[Passionaria]

It's wonderful to see you sharing your writing Julien! Great story lines, and detail. I like it!

Keep writing hmmm the extra bottle just magically appeared, I guess it's going to be that kind of day *smirk* celebrating creativity, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

[Julien]

The Drive Home
by Julien F.

After a wonderful weekend, the sexual edge has not worn off, but has subsided somewhat because of the long drive home. It is cool outside and the traffic is sparse considering the time of night and our location. We listen to your favorite classical music. Sitting close you absently stroke my leg with your nails as I drive. As the music swells to a crescendo you apply pressure to my leg and glide your hand toward my crotch, but never touching there. You tease. I shift in my seat to reposition myself because I’m getting wet with your attention. It seems that the music is moving you to another plane of thought because I can’t tell if your attention is on me, the music or both. The music takes you over and you go with the emotions of the piece, but you continue to stroke my leg, getting closer to my crotch. Your hand goes to the inside of my thigh and I arch up and spread my legs to urge you to closer to me, to bring you into the center of my being.

Taking up the cue, you shift in your seat to face me. With your right hand you start at my knee grasping me. You ask, “What do you want?” I say, “I want you to tease me, to stroke me, to make me come.” “But most of all I want to be inside of you.” You reach over with you right hand and stroke my leg as I drive. With your left hand you run your fingers through my short hair. It takes all my concentration to drive as I look for a safe place to pull over. After teasing my leg with those wicked nails of yours you reach my crotch and find that I am hard. You let out a little moan of surprise and arousal. You are pleased. Before we left the lodge I put on my erect packing dildo, just for you. My cock is ready and stiff waiting for you to release it. You rub my jeans for the thick length of it. The pressure it places over my clit is impossible to describe. I want to penetrate you and feel the friction as I press myself inside of you. The thought of being inside of you drives me wide with desire. I can barely control myself.

But right now you are in control of the situation. I grab you by the back of the head and draw you close and kiss you deeply, pulling you across my lap. My erection digs into your hip. I dip my head to kiss your neck and breasts through the deep v neck of your sweater. I run my hands under your sweater up your back pressing you to my chest. You feel so warm and pliant to my body. Pulling back you stroke my chest. I recline the seat back and you straddle my legs, looking down at me. It is dark outside and we are sitting in a remote and safe area.

Slipping off my lap you begin to unbuckle my belt to my jeans. My erection is straining with my hips pushing it forward. Slowly , painfully, you undo the button and zipper of my jeans to my underwear. The head of the erection peaks out of the waistband of my boxer briefs, you lean over and lick the head of my cock. Helping me you ease my jeans and underwear down my thighs. My hard cock juts forward, long and thick. I wait to see what you are going to do next. And what you do surprises me. With your left hand you grab the girth of the shaft and begin to stroke it causing it to grind against my clit. The motion and friction makes me moan with pleasure. Then with your right hand you carefully insert two fingers into my vagina. I am wet and very tight as you stroke my cock and my pussy in unison. You ask me, “does that feel good?” I moan, “yes”. “What do you want?” you ask. “I want you to give me a blow job and I want to be inside of you.”

Bending over you lick the head of my cock and open your mouth to accept it. You continue to stroke my pussy making me wetter and tighter. My clit is beyond hurting. I want to be inside you so bad now. I arch up to join you in your mouth, you take me in as much as you can sliding back and forth getting me wet. I can almost “feel” it going in your mouth, so warm and wet. I can feel your teeth going over my skin. I am so close in coming from the friction on my clit and your fingers in my pussy. I tell you to stop.
Hesitantly you stop what you are doing, because you want me to come, but I want to see you come for me. I want to see your face as you hit your orgasm. I want to be inside of you grinding into you. You will come for me. “Please take off your pants and straddle me.” I say. You take off you slacks. You are so wet. I see the juices adhere to you panties as you take them off. You are so aroused. I know you can’t wait. You want me as much as I want you. Have you ever made love in a car before?

You come back to me and straddle my cock. I won’t enter all at once, yet. I make you wait. Spreading your swollen lips, I place the head just at the swelled aching opening. I rub it through your juices. Back and forth getting you ready for the penetration. Slowly I allow you to inch your way down on my erection until you are filled. We sit quietly for a moment not moving so you can get a sense of the fullness of my cock. I put my hands on your hips gripping them tightly. You put your hands on my shoulders. In a circular motion I begin to move within you slowly building tension for both of us. I can feel it through my clit. As I push the cock into your pussy. Throwing your head back you groan in pleasure and you shiver in delight. You begin to move your hips encouraging me more speed so I give you what you want building to your needs. I begin to use my hips and my hands to lift your body up to join your rhythm. All the while the friction on my clit is building on its own an orgasm for my own body. I move my hand from your hip to your clit and begin to stroke you clit. This causes your body to jolt with pleasure you grab my hand in encouragement, urging me to move quickly. You are wet and your juices are running down my cock. I slide the juices up to your clit to manipulate your clit. If I could lick it I would. Your breathing is ragged and quickens as you come close to an orgasm. You work faster as you stroke yourself on my cock. It is an amazing thing to watch to see a cock slide in and out of a wet, red pussy, so beautiful and very arousing. My fingers continue to stroke your clit and you are getting tighter as you begin to come you are coming with such a force that you scream. Quickly, before you come down off your orgasm, I pull out of you and lay you down on the passage seat and lean over between your legs. Your lips are still quivering from your orgasm. You own thick juices from coming has moistened your lips. I lick your lips and you moan loudly. Licking you from bottom to your clit, which is so tender, I make you squirm. You are up so high, I lick you to keep you there and to make you come again. I tongue your clit, until it is pleasurable it hurts. But I know I can make you come again. You are so open from the cock. I can slip in four fingers, so I do. Thrusting my fingers, just for pressure, I continue to lick your clit. Until I can feel you begin to tighten up and the beginnings of you second orgasm beginning. You are panting now and your hands are grabbing at my hair. You are begging for me to make you come again. You are so close. I can feel you about to go over. Then release. You collapse with a scream. I bundle you with in my arms until the tremors subside. Stroking your hair, holding you close. Telling you everything is all right.