Seduction Quotes

“I have no fear of men, as such, nor of their books. I have mixed with them--one or two of them particularly-- almost as one of their own sex. I mean I have not felt about them as most women are taught to feel--to be on their guard against attacks on their virtue; for no average man-- no man short of a sensual savage--will molest a woman by day or night, at home or abroad, unless she invites him. Until she says by a look 'Come on' he is always afraid to, and if you never say it, or look it, he never comes.”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion.”
― Gaiven Clairmont, Seductive Saints & Sensual Sinners Volume I

“It is not possible to be seduced by the lure of ego-gratification or intimidated by the tyranny of imposters when we know that we are as the angels. We are loved beyond comprehension. So, we must claim our rightful inheritance and live with the confidence of protection.”
― Donna Goddard, The Love of Devotion

“I think I won't come on Thursday for this reason; I must get on with writing; you would seduce me completely [...]”
― Virginia Woolf

“I’m gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long for this, but we’ll go again right after, and then I’ll take it slow.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Beautifully Cruel

“Your boss takes a dim view of SEX?”
― Vincent H. O'Neil, Death Troupe

“Underneath the sky, so void of light, the rain soaked me through. I held on to the railing and felt calm, even content, and then he had to reach through the dark, raise my temperature and make my heart beat a little bit faster. Not very gallant I should say...especially so close to bedtime. Friend or not, should he rob me of sleep, I'll be sure to take his.”
― Donna Lynn Hope

“The perfect seduction is ALWAYS noticed by others, but is NEVER approached”
― The Conductor, The Jamange Line

“I don’t want to fight you. But perhaps there’s another way I could win your favor.”
The way he said it made her hearts pound and her body heat up. But even if her hormones were moved, her ambitions remained unswayed.
“I’m only going to say this one time, so hear me well. If you want me, don’t let some bounty come between us,” she finally said. “I’m not playing games anymore. Either it’s real, or it’s nothing. I will not be seduced away from my own success.”
She waited a long moment as he thought about it.
“You win this one fair and square,” he finally said. “I suppose I wouldn’t want to try lying to the Grand Inquisitor, anyway. I can prove myself on my own.” A brief pause. “And we’ll see how you might be seduced.” The comlink went silent.
As she and Sixty-Seven walked back to her ship, she watched Tualon’s ship take off from just a few klicks away and zip into the sky.
Now, this was a version of Tualon she could respect. Honest with himself and others, ambitious and confident. She looked forward to seeing where the seduction might come in. For all that she’d been drawn to him since they were children, he’d always been neutral toward her, never felt that same tug. But now, freed from the rigidity of the Jedi ways, perhaps he was finally realizing how powerful a partner she might be.
They would make a good team, but not if he thought he was in charge.
No one could rule Iskat Akaris.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade

“The foundation of true sensuality is a deep and lasting seduction.”
― Lebo Grand

“[Mr. Jones] was uncommonly bad at seduction if he though talk of common capital and incorporation would do the trick, but she could think of no other reason he would lavish her with such time and care.

Except the impossible one: No motive but to help her. Such purity didn’t exist, though. If it did …

If it did, he’d be a dangerously good seducer.”
― Alison Atlee, The Typewriter Girl

“In nature all things are close to or distant from each other. The psychological world knows first the intermediate region of distance seducing to nearness, nearness pressing towards distance, of an irreconcilable closeness-distance.”
― Helmuth Plessner, Grenzen der Gemeinschaft

“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

“Distracted I was, by his dark eyes,
his promises that we would have time,
away from all this mayhem,
somewhere secluded and private.
A chance to be lost in each other.

Lured I was, into his desires.
Torn away from this gathering,
this precious, significant time.

Away from my duties for Fleur.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Then, carefully, in the manner of a storyteller, he gave it the experience of his abduction, captivity and conversion. All that he had felt, he made it feel. He did what he had not known he could do. He overwhelmed it so that for a time it was, itself, both captive and convert.”
― Octavia Butler

“She wants to either bring back the Empire or take me to bed, Ransolm thought. Possibly both.”
― Claudia Gray, Bloodline

“The cruel boy who had used to fling her own confused desires back into her face like a knife-thrower at a carnival had become a man who could charm her into holding those selfsame blades at her own throat.”
― Nenia Campbell, Sine Qua Non

“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

“He was disgracefully handsome, the flight attendant decided, with the kind of face you saw in old black-and-white Hollywood movies. And, oh, that British accent! Even better. Nadia loved British accents. He was so courteous, such a gentleman, that she wondered if he might somehow be connected to the royal family. Just thinking about it made her pizda tingle. "Then perhaps I can fetch you a blanket."
"A glass of wine, if you have it."
"Of course, sir. Red or white?"
"Always red."
Safe watched the shapely bottom swing pertly away toward the galley. With blue baby-doll eyes and wide pouty lips, she was an adolescent wet dream of a sexy stewardess, long-legged and busty, extravagantly curvy in all the right places under the snug red Aeroflot uniform.”
― Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light

“He was disgracefully handsome, the flight attendant decided, with the kind of face you saw in old black-and-white Hollywood movies. And, oh, that British accent! Even better. Nadia loved British accents. He was so courteous, such a gentleman, that she wondered if he might somehow be connected to the royal family. Just thinking about it made her pizda tingle. "Then perhaps I can fetch you a blanket."
"A glass of wine, if you have it."
"Of course, sir. Red or white?"
"Always red."
Rafe watched the shapely bottom swing pertly away toward the galley. With blue baby-doll eyes and wide pouty lips, she was an adolescent wet dream of a sexy stewardess, long-legged and busty, extravagantly curvy in all the right places under the snug red Aeroflot uniform.”
― Helen Maryles Shankman, The Color of Light

“This was it
That tongue and those fingers were exactly
where she wanted them to be..
In and exhales that were breaths she kept tucked away
Hidden in secret places
just for moments like these..”
― J.W. Shane

“You must seduce poetry with the heart of your words before she'll sprinkle you with the magic of hers.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Then, carefully, in the manner of a storyteller, he gave it the experience of his abduction, captivity and conversion. All that he had felt, he made it feel. He did what he had not known he could do. He overwhelmed it so that for a time it was, itself, both captive and convert”
― Octavia E. Butler, Adulthood Rites

“When the last secret is revealed, nature still won't stop seducing us with her mysteries.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Even if you are a brazen cad, girls can often be fooled by an act which combines equal parts self-deprecation, wit and flattery.”
― Nick Casanova, The Machiavellian's Guide to Womanizing

“He has all the beauty of an angel--- a chiseled face and a faint glow. But there's something wrong about him. A rawness that never melted down. His smile is crooked, forged by a false sense of happiness. Though, he is undeniably enthralling. Golden hair and sharpened bones. Fox-like eyes that trail my body as if it's for show. Silently undressing me. Ready to pounce. In another world, I might have let him.
I smile, fawning naivety as he takes a step closer. His red lips part with a grin as he brushes a weft of hair over my shoulder. I shiver as he trails my bare skin. His touch is delicate, careful not to startle me as my breathing hitches. Slowly, his fingers trace the vulnerable part of my throat, grazing gently instead of drawing blood. He's careful in his movements, taking his time, awakening my senses until I let out a kitten cry. His hand perches beneath my chin. Our eyes lock, trapped in honeyed heat, as his thumb strokes the fullness of my bottom lip.
"You're immaculate," he says. His voice is lush and dark. I tense, trying not to tremble as his tether possesses me. It becomes harder when he whispers, "I have never seen such a beautiful girl."
Electric shovers rattle my bones. My knees slacken, and he stabilizes my balance.
I refuse to give him the upper hand.
I press my palm against his chest, grazing right where his blouse parts. My eyes turn doe-like with wonder, honoring his beauty and tending his fragile ego. "Are we to be married now? I can't wait a moment longer."
He grins. "Soon, coquette."
I move my hand up to his neck. Not slow and delicate like he was with me. But feral, delicious, wanting. "I need you." I nearly pant.
That's it. That's enough to make him tick. He drinks me in like nectar, a sweet ambrosia brewed just for him. "Come," he says, offering his arm.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“With a wicked smirk, I part the Devil's lips. He invites me eagerly with want, drinking me in like salted chocolate, savoring my blood on his tongue. He thinks he has me. My muscles tense when he weakens, my power growing as his desire burgeons.
It shifts too suddenly. I gasp as he grabs me by the waist, pulling me firmly against his body. His hand coils around my neck, lifting my lips to his. My eyes shut instinctually, tasting the blood and honey on his tongue. The taste deepens, layered like spiced sangria. I want more. I want it so much, it consumes me. I press into him harder. He's ravenous, squeezing me, threading his fingers through my hair, ruining my curls.
No.
My eyes burst open, but I don't shatter his fantasy. Not yet. I come up for breath as his lips find their way to my neck. I tilt my head back, glancing at the stained glass ceiling. The upper hand is mine again when I push him against the stone wall, furiously feeding him kisses to satiate his hunger. He grabs my leg, pulling it around his waist. I balance myself against the cave, and with my touch, crystals start to sprout.
Citrine, ruby, and amber.
They form into points, my own glittering weapons. Once they're not long enough, I snap a piece off. The Devil mistakes my destruction as rapture. I play into it further. Grabbing him by the collar, I spin us away from the wall, continuing our tango over to the balcony. Wisps of my gossamer gown pool around my thighs as he explores me. My fingers twist into his hair, pulling, stringing up his appetite until he begs for more. And, once I have him truly at my mercy, I jab the crystal straight into his back.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Corporations and politicians know that they cannot seduce their public into buying what they want them to buy or doing what they want them to do unless they first awaken a sense of need and discontent. Make the masses uncertain about their identity and you can help define it for them. It is as true of groups or nations as it is of individuals.
They can’t be seduced without being made to feel some lack. A group like an individual can get mired in routine losing track of its original goals. Too much prosperity saps it of strength. You can seduce an entire nation by aiming at its collective insecurity, that latent sense that not everything is what it seems. Stirring dissatisfaction with the present and reminding people about the glorious past can unsettle their sense of identity, then you can be the one to redefine it. A grand seduction.”
― Robert Greene, The Art of Seduction