Seduction
Quotes - Silence is part of the equation and not the final answer in achieving
practical wisdom
“Since
man is always considered strong and courageous. The woman turned inward to
exploit the man through the art of attraction and seduction.”
―
Mwanandeke Kindembo
“It's
the fire in her eyes & the furnace in her groins that made others'
seductions look cheap.”
―
Bimri, A Picasso: Poems & Maxims
“Finally,
what good is reincarnation if you can't remember all your past lives?”
―
Mwanandeke Kindembo
“Silence
is part of the equation and not the final answer in achieving practical
wisdom.”
―
Mwanandeke Kindembo
“If
Ashlynn was trained in seduction, lesson one must be how to not punch your
target in the face when you really want to.”
―
Charleigh Frederick, Rule 25: Don't Fall For The Target
“Insanity
does not take credit for responsibility.”
―
Mwanandeke Kindembo
“My
biggest goal is to support you so that you can meet yourself at deeper levels
of sensual growth than you’ve met yourself before, so that you can have a deep
and lasting seduction power.”
― Lebo
Grand
“What
are you doing here?” Prince Sulien asks, ignoring my inquiry, an edge to his
words. His irritated tone helps to snap me from my dirty thoughts. A little.
“I
don’t know what I’m doing here. Maybe I was just drawn to your room by some
kind of magical force,” I tell him sarcastically.
Prince
Zane smiles seductively. “My room’s across the hall… If you ever feel a magical
force and want to head there, you’re welcome.”
―
Lacey Carter Andersen, Shadow of the Crown
“When
you master the energetics of DESIRE you know how to ensure that your image is
constantly at the front of his mind with the right emotional attachment and
sensory perception.”
―
Lebo Grand
“Intense
desire has a distracting power on a woman, just as the Siren’s physical
presence does on a man.”
―
Robert Greene, The Art of Seduction
“Your
gaze betrays the willingness in your heart.”
―
A.E. Samaan, Shades of Vanity - Shades and Shadows of Eroticism
“Lord
Bentley seemed to have given up conversation in favor of smoldering looks. After
having been professionally smoldered by Mallery, she found Lord Bentley's
attempt to be just sad.”
―
Shannon Hale, Midnight in Austenland
“He
eyed her fingernails, painted bright blue. Her wrists smelled like peppermint
and she said her name was “Stella.” Andrei was impressed by her femininity, the
subject of which was a dangerous thing. When some men are exposed to a certain
kind of woman, they become so absolutely entranced by their iridescence that
they would do anything to be around them for longer. Lie. Linger. Kill. It was
a pure, wild attraction, that started from a collarbone, that would make a man
agree to rip out his tooth if only to hear a woman talk again. Lastly, she had
these devilish eyes exclusive to brown and only ever sometimes encountered.
Those types of eyes were so dark they had death in them, but were framed with
such sweet, narrow eyelids that took death, swirled it in a sizzling
adorableness, and communicated a dangerous, impatient capability for sex. It
seduced men throughout history—what lived behind the mischievous, delicate,
hickory fire.”
―
Karl Kristian Flores, A Happy Ghost
“She
took in a long, unsteadying breath and pushed the bodice of her dress with her
hands until it drooped to her waist.
She
watched his eyes slowly drop from her eyes to her lips... to her...
"God,"he
murmured with reverent enthusiasm.
She
almost laughed, but he found her mouth again with his, and then his warm hands
were on her bare waist, on her ribs, gliding up, up, up with torturous leisure,
until his hands filled with her breasts, and his touch, his lips, became tender
beyond words. She nearly sank to her knees. His thumbs traced her nipples into
peaks, until at last she needed to take her lips from his and lean her head
forward to touch his chest, shivering with helpless pleasure.
His
hand moved to cup the back of her head there, so he could once more take a kiss
as deeply as he could, his other hand pressed against the small of her back,
bringing her into the heat of his chest. The sensation of his skin against the
hard tips of her breasts was unlike anything she was sure heaven had to offer.
She moved her hands down, felt the hard, thick length of his arousal beneath
his trousers, dragged her hands over it. He muttered something like "mmm,"
which she took to mean to do it again. So she did it again, and again, until
his hands went down to cup her buttocks and roughly pushed her up against him.
She looped her arms around his neck and pushed herself closer still.
She
wanted desperately to crawl inside him.
"Making
love to you, Susannah," Kit murmured against her lips, as his hips moved
against hers, "would be a rare honor and pleasure."
"I
want you to make love to me." Her voice was shaking now.
"Do
you know what that truly means?" His hands had slipped lower now inside
her dress, and his finger had found the crease of her buttocks to delicately
trace. He looked intently down into her eyes.
"Yes."
"You
do know? You know that I will be inside you..." He kissed her, this one
languid, thorough, incinerating. "And that I will move inside you..."
He kissed her again, the same way, until her thoughts were glittering
fragments. "... Until we are both mad from pleasure?"
"I
want you inside me." She was nearly weeping with the truth of that.”
―
Julie Anne Long, Beauty and the Spy
“Nesta
braced her hands on the arms of his chair as she brushed a kiss to his neck.
Cassian's
breath caught. But she pressed another kiss to the soft warm skin of his neck,
just beneath his ear. Another, lower now, closer to the collar of his dark
shirt.
He
trembled, and she kissed the hard knot in the centre of his throat. Licked it.
Cassian
shifted in his chair, groaning softly. His hand rose to clasp her hip, as if
he'd push her away, but she removed him. 'Let me,' she said against his neck.
'Please.'
He
swallowed, and that hard knot moved against her mouth. But he didn't stop her,
and so Nesta kissed him again, moving to the other side of his neck. Reaching
that spot just beneath his ear as she laid a hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat
hammering into her palm.
She
didn't kiss his mouth. She didn't want that distraction. Not as she slid
between him and the table and dropped to her knees.
His
eyes went wide. 'Nesta.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames
“I
shall only love my enemies on the day when the devil is forgiven all his sins.
Otherwise, let's forget about it.”
―
Mwanandeke Kindembo
“As
though nature concealed a trap, Cathy had from the first a face of innocence.
Her hair was gold and lovely; wide-set hazel eyes with upper lids that drooped
made her look mysteriously sleepy. Her nose was delicate and thin, and her
cheekbones high and wide, sweeping down to a small chin so that her face was
heart-shaped. Her mouth was well shaped and well lipped but abnormally small--
what used to be called a rosebud. Her ears were very little, without lobes, and
they pressed so close to her head that even with her hair combed up they made
no silhouette. They were thin flaps sealed against her head.”
“Entertainment
is not necessarily evil, but it is seductive and addictive. It can easily
become an end unto itself, an end without end.”
―
Shawn Davis, The Talk: A Young Person's Guide to Life's Big Questions
“I
wondered why I pined for women like Kayla. Rich girls have always been out of
my league as a kid, so I'm probably compensating in adulthood...
Over
time, I realized it wasn't just their looks or economic status I wanted. It was
the contrast. They are the people who sit comfortably in their cozy worlds and
believe they are enough; that all they must do is love themselves for who they
are and they shall find friendship, intimacy, love, success, and all the good
things people like me must painstakingly earn and seduce for.”
―
John Pucay, Karinderya Love Songs
“My
biggest goal is to support you so that you can meet yourself at deeper levels
of sensual growth than you’ve met yourself before, and then you can have deep
and lasting seduction power.”
―
Lebo Grand
“If
we want our men to dance, we have to seduce them. But with what? Not with
blatant sexuality. That is too common, too little. But with something more,
something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance. We
have to inspire them.”
―
Donna Goddard, Geboor: Spiritual Fiction
“This
was all just fantasies in the dark, you see,
And
who was never parading as a clown... Me!”
―
Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
“I
will not be seduced away from my own success.”
―
Delilah S. Dawson, Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade
