When you hear the word “seduction”, what comes to mind? I’m willing to bet it’s sex. Am I right? I find it interesting that so many people associate seduction with sex. In my opinion, true seduction is the opposite of sex.

With sex, desire is met. Seduction is not about the culmination or gratification of desire; it is in fact, about the thrill of the desire itself. It is the game that is played as the desire intensifies and comes closer, and closer, and closer and being able to maintain that tension of wanting for a long, long time.

It’s when you can cut the sexual chemistry with a knife, feeling it surge through you with every breath you take. It’s the anticipation of what’s to come and remembering how fucking good I made you feel the last time we were intimate (if you’ve never been under my spell, you don’t know what you’re missing).

In essence my brand of seduction is about making you want me so badly that your cock throbs, your balls ache, and you can no longer think straight. I possess the ability to seduce a man I’ve never kissed, and I can seduce a man I’ve known for years just as easily. My powers of seduction are not relegated to a hot body, a certain look or even my voice (as extradentary as it is). Seduction is an inherent attribute that I was born with. Seduction is not sex. It is the prelude to foreplay.

I’ve always said that seduction is not about coercing you into doing something you don’t want to do. It’s about enabling you to do everything you’ve always dreamed of doing, and being the one woman you desperately long to do it with!

What is my brand of seduction doing to your cock right now?

Listen to your cock, babe. It’s time to call.