|
How to Seduce a Woman
"You know why you're single, Will," my mouth
said. A slight slur was audibly perceptible as
I'd likely had too much wine.
"What?"
"Well, why you're single." I could hardly back
down now. No matter how hypocritical it was.
Here we were, sitting on his couch, after a
friendly dinner, a bottle of wine and several
drinks. The both of us single, and no love life
on the horizon. Will's love life seemed easier
to fix than my own.
"Do tell. Why am I single?" he asked
sardonically. It had been awhile since he'd
humoured my desire to psycho-analyze him.
"Well," I began after setting my now empty
cocktail glass on the coffee table and settling
back on the couch, one leg tucked under the
other. "You're too shy. And you don't know how
to go about seducing a woman."
"What?" he pouted. Of course he pouted. His
fragile male ego couldn't allow him to admit
that, yes, he was rather hopeless in the art of
seduction.
"Even I'll admit you're a great catch. You've
got that tall, dark and handsome thing going on.
You've got all your teeth, a good job, and you
don't live with your parents. So what's the
snag? You don't know how to seduce a woman,
that's what," I declared matter-of-factly.
He scowled. "You don't know what you're talking
about." He got up from the couch, and took our
beverage glasses into the kitchen. Clearly he
wasn't willing to admit it. "I'm going to bed."
It had already been decided after dinner that
I'd spend the night since clearly I was unfit to
drive. It was a common arrangement. Several
times before I'd slept over after too many
drinks, which was usually his doing in the first
place. This was how I knew of his ineptness at
seduction in the first place. No matter how many
times I'd slept over, he'd never made even the
slightest moves. Yet he swore he wasn't gay.
"No, seriously, Will. You just need to learn how
to seduce a woman, and you'll be irresistible."
The thought of being irresistible must have
intrigued him. "Okay, assuming you're right,
which I'm not saying you are, how does one learn
how to seduce a woman?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'll explain it to you. Just
a moment," I said, as I headed for the bathroom
to change into a t-shirt he'd lent me to sleep
in.
"How do you know how to seduce a woman?" he
called after me.
"Well, I am one! I think that gives me a good
edge on what women want!" I retorted, shutting
the bathroom door and leaving my voice in the
hallway.
"Okay, so, how to seduce a woman," I began, as I
climbed into my side of the bed. He waited until
I was under the covers before he turned off the
bedside lamp, but after I'd caught him rolling
his eyes. I laughed. "Hey, hear me out! I could
be right! And what have you got to lose?"
"So, take tonight, for example, you make a great
date. You do the dinner and drinks thing very
well. You clearly have no issues there. But
you're shy when it comes to anything else. So
let's create a scenario, shall we? You've been
on a few dates with someone you're hoping will
become someone special. You invite her back
here, and of course, you've had too much to
drink, like we have tonight, and it's not a good
idea for her to drive home. You lend her a
t-shirt, like you did for me. And you offer her
the bed, because that's what you should do. If
she's a smart, perceptive girl, which would be
the kind you'd want to date in the first place,
she'll suggest you share the bed with her. She
won't make you cram yourself on the couch.
Especially after you've graciously offered her
your bed." I could practically hear his eyes
rolling in the darkness, but he said nothing. So
I continued.
"So then, as you're lying there in the dark, you
reach out and stroke her arm. That's all. And if
she asks you what you're doing, you say
something like 'Sorry, I just wanted to see if
your skin was as soft as it looked.'" And this
time I heard him snort. I laughed. "What? Women
eat that shit up! Trust me!"
"And then, you'll be able to tell by her
reaction whether she's into you or not. And if
she is, you should snuggle a bit closer." Just
for illustration purposes I wiggled a bit closer
and turned my back towards him. He got the hint
and spooned in behind me. "See? Just like that.
So then, you should continue stroking her arm,
her back, her shoulder." On cue, Will began to
stroke his fingers along my arm. "Yes, really
softly like that. Women love that sort of
thing." My voice became a bit softer.
"Continue to stroke her. Let your fingers move
over more of her body. Feel the curve of her
hip." I moved my arm out of Will's way, and he
ran his hand along my side, feeling the curve of
my hip and along my thigh. "Say something like
'Women have such fascinating curves', or, 'I
love the feel of your skin.' And even if you
feel you want to move further at this point,
don't do it. Don't make it seem at all like you
want to have sex or anything. That's the key.
It's called foreplay." I could feel his derisive
snort of breath on the back of my neck. I pulled
the bottom hem of the t-shirt down for emphasis.
Will rhythmically stroked my side, my back and
my arm. He was learning quickly.
"Okay, so once you've stroked her hips and arm
and back for what seems like forever, then
slightly try to expand your stroking to just
touch the edge of her breast. Just the edge.
Then stroke her side again, like you didn't mean
to touch it. Stroke her arm, back, hip again for
a bit and then stroke the edge of the breast
again. Like you can't help it, but you're being
drawn in again." I could feel Will's fingers
tentatively stroke the edge of my breast. It
felt wonderful, and I wanted more, but like I'd
told him to, he pulled back, and stroked my side
again, before his fingers tentatively touched
the side of my breast again.
"Then, you can start stroking her breast a bit.
But you have to be casual about it. Subtle, and
gentle. Will, that's the ultimate lesson -
gentleness. If you can learn that, you can have
any woman eating out of the palm of your hand."
Without much instruction, he began to stroke my
breast. I could feel his fingers caress me
through the fabric of the t-shirt. He made large
loping circles around it and ran his finger
along the valley between my breasts. He balanced
this by caressing my side and tummy.
When his thumb rubbed across the nub of my
nipple, I closed my eyes in pleasure and spoke
again. "If she's in to you, and enjoying
herself, her nipple should be perked up, and you
should be able to feel it through the fabric of
the t-shirt. Don't pinch it, or try that 'Tune
in Tokyo' crap. Just stroke across it, like you
have been doing with the rest of her body.
Eventually, circle around it with your finger.
And, a nice appreciative moan here works too. I
mean, from you. Although she might give one
too." He didn't moan, but gave a soft chuckle. I
didn't say anything for awhile, and just enjoyed
the feel of Will's fingers teasing my nipple. It
was so taut I was sure it was going to puncture
the fabric.
"Okay, so you've been stroking her through this
t-shirt this whole time. Now's the time for you
to ease your way up under it. Be smooth about
it. She'll know what you're up to, but you
should still be subtle." Like he'd practiced it
a thousand times, Will deftly ran his hand along
my side and down my thigh to the edge of the
t-shirt, nudging his hand under the hem. "And
just start stroking under the shirt. Don't go
right for the boob, stroke along her side again
first, warm her up again. Feel her skin." He ran
his hand along the curve of my hip and along my
side.
"Then go for her breast. Cup it. Test how it
feels in your hand. Run your finger gently
around her nipple. Then pinch it between two of
your fingers, not your finger and thumb.
Gently." He made an appreciative murmur and I
grinned in the darkness.
"Maybe if she's into you, she'll turn a bit so
you can reach the other breast." I turned to lie
on my back, allowing him full frontal access,
and shimmying the t-shirt up as I turned. "If
she does, you should pay attention to that one
too." His hand moved to fondle my other breast,
the one that had been previously out of his
reach. And applying all he had learned thus far,
he caressed it gently, and pinched the nipple
between his fingers. My eyes rolled back into my
head and my breath expelled audibly.
"If you do this well enough, she'll want you to
kiss and suck them next." This was apparently
the cue he'd been waiting for, because his mouth
decended upon my breast instantly,
instinctively. The hot, moistness of his mouth
was divine. I couldn't help but moan. When his
tongue flicked across my nipple, I forgot my
instructive monologue. "Oh God, Will!"
When his hand tried to creep lower, I resumed my
lesson, covering his roaming hand with my own
and bringing it back up to my breast. "Your
hands should stay with your mouth, fondling the
breast you're not sucking. Caressing the skin
beneath her breasts, pinching her nipples." I
gripped my breast through his hand. I arched my
back off the bed, pushing my breasts into his
mouth and our hands.
"If she's hot and bothered, like me, at this
point, then she'll want your hands to move
lower. You'll know if she spreads her legs a bit
to encourage you." My thigh brushed against
Will's body. Continuing to cover his hand with
my own, I led his hand slowly and gently, over
my tummy and to the juncture at the center of my
legs. "But don't move too fast here. Again,
tease her. Move slowly." I ran our hands
teasingly over my skin, along my outer thigh,
then along the inner thighs.
"Caress and tease her inner thighs, and just run
your fingertips along her pubic hair, if she has
some." With my hand over his, I guided him over
my pubes, curling my fingers just a bit atop
his, so he could feel the downy softness of my
pubic hair. "Can you feel her heat? Run a
fingertip along her slit, but not between it
just yet." Together, we ran our fingers along my
pubic slit. I felt like I was melting into the
bed. "Move away and caress along her thighs a
bit, then move back to tease her slit again.
This sweet torture will have her squirming. Her
reactions will tell you what she wants. If she
arches up towards your hand, she is asking you
to move your fingers deeper." I arched my pelvis
towards Will's fingers which were still covered
by my own.
"So with your middle finger, run your finger
from the bottom of her slit to the top, working
your way gradually inward." Still covering his
hand, we began the journey between my pussy
lips. I showed him, with my fingers, the right
amount of pressure to use. "The bottom to the
top is important, because the bottom is where
the moisture is. And you'll want your finger to
be wet before you reach her clit." We repeated
this pass from the bottom to the top of my slit
several times, each time, I pressed my middle
finger on his, urging it further between my
lips. I couldn't feel the moisture yet, but the
downy hairs guarding that moist cavern tickled
my fingers. "She'll want your finger to be wet
before you get to her clit," I emphasized. And
usually, the wetter she is, the more turned on
she is. Bottom to the top again. Not back and
forth. Oh so gradually slipping your finger
between her lips."
I gasped, Will murmured. "You'll know when you
reach her moisture. You'll feel it. She'll feel
it. Continue to run your finger from the bottom
to the top, bringing her moisture upwards to her
clit." I was drenched. It didn't take long for
our fingers to be covered in my wetness.
"Once you've brought enough of her moisture up
to her clit, only then should you start to tease
it. The clit is the center of a woman's world.
If you know how to treat a woman's clit, you can
rule her world." I guided Will on the fragile
art of fingering a woman's clit. "Don't touch it
directly. Instead, tease around it. Circle it.
Use the pad of your finger, and only enough
pressure that gravity has on your hand." Our
middle fingers circled slowly around my clit,
and dipped back down along my slit to remoisten.
"You can try a few different things here. Use
more than one finger. But keep them flat and
don't use too much pressure. Remember how you
pinched her nipples between your fingers? If
your fingers are wet enough you can pinch her
clit the same way, and then wiggle them." Will
tried what I suggested and I arched my pelvis up
off the bed, towards his fingers. "Ohhhh!" My
eyes rolled back into my head again. "Y-you can
try a few different things here, but always
keeping in mind that women's parts are soft and
require a gentle touch. You will be able to read
from her reactions if she wants you to use more
pressure." I was losing my ability to keep
instructing him as my body and mind were
becoming lost in the sensations between my
thighs. My whole body tingled. I left his
fingers teasing my clit and moved mine up to
pinch my nipples. My face felt flushed and my
breathing was becoming erratic.
"Ohhhh yes! Just like that!" Will had become
more adventurous in his touches and exploration
of my clit and now he patted it, rubbed it and
pinched it between his fingers. I was losing my
mind and my pelvis twitched and gyrated under
his ministrations.
"Now, depending on the woman, she might just
want you to tease her clit endlessly. But some
might want you to move your fingers inside too.
So slide your middle finger down, and softly
feel along her slit. You'll feel where your
finger d-d-dips in." I stumbled over my words at
this point, because his finger had found my
entrance and had slipped inside, oh so
delightfully. I groaned in pleasure.
"Every woman is different," I panted, "so you
should really pay close attention to her
reaction to determine what she likes b-best-
ohhh yesss! - whether it's to have her clit
teased, or to be fingered." Will removed his
fingers and teased my clit again, drawing a half
dozen circles around it before dipping two
fingers down and inside me. I uttered a low,
gutteral moan. "Oh like that. Just like that.
Mmmmmn!"
"From inside, if you curl your finger slightly
towards her clit and rub there, you might be
able to find her g-spot." His fingers seemed
just the right length to find the Holy Grail I'd
mentioned and I lost all capacity to form a
cohesive sentence as he rubbed on that sensitive
nub. Instead I just groaned and began to mutter
a long stream of nonsense. "Oh God, yes. Oh
sweet love of- Oh my God. Ohhh! That feels
sooo-ohhhh! Damn you're such a good- Ohhh!
Faaaacccckkkk!" My back arched off the bed, and
I writhed and twitched and spasmed, climaxing
all over his fingers. My thighs clamped tight
around his hand, locking his fingers in my wet,
clenching depth. My face was flushed, and I
could feel my pulse throbbing through my entire
body. My eyes had permanently rolled into the
back of my head and my lids were closed. I
gasped for breath. My thigh muscles slowly
relaxed and Will extracted his fingers, laying
them gently along my slit and nuzzling at my
clit until I stopped their movement on my
sensitive flesh by laying my hand upon his. I
said nothing for a long while.
"Ahem, not all women are like that," I
stammered. " I mean, will cum from just being
fingered." I coughed. My face felt so flushed.
"But foreplay certainly helps. And that's how
you seduce a woman, see?" I coughed again. "Want
me to show you how a seduced woman shows her
gratitude?"
Go back to our main page for
free porn. |
|
|