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The many languages of Seduction

GhostWriting Diva — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 00:51:46 +0000

The initial flirt is a glance that says, “I want you in the worse way” or “I would like to know more about you” without being overly dramatic. If you look across the room and see something tasty, let a flirtatious glance be your starting point. Don’t stare the person down as if you are a stalker. A coy smile should peak your target’s interest. Yes, I said, “Target.” Let’s get real. You see something that you want and you lock in on it and it becomes your “target.” Don’t send someone else to do your dirty work. This goes for males and females. You do not send a spokesperson to an interview. You should represent yourself and have all the confidence in the world when doing so.

Body language can send a variety of messages. There is the “I’m easy” body language when you are dressed, too revealing and you’re overly flirtatious to the point where you’re ready to “Get busy” right then and there. Again, that screams desperation. Save the peeling of the clothes for the one you are going to seduce in private and if you act like a hooker or a male prostitute, you will be perceived as one. Next is the “secret agent” whose body language is overly confident with the intent to do more than seduce. They have the “I’ll rock your world” complex. They flirt with you extra-hard and make promises to give you everything you need but they have an agenda and seduction is not the only thing on that agenda. Beware of this one. Lastly, we have the “seducer” who is just what you are looking for. They are confident but coy, alluring with a hint of mystery, sensual, engaging, and passionate and when you come in contact with them, you find yourself spellbound and wanting more. This person has done there homework and they leave you wondering, “what the hell just happened.” It’s funny when you feel like you where “mentally seduced” without the person laying a hand on you.

Lets move on to kissing. When kissing your lover, it should start with a kiss that is almost like a slow dance. It’s not rushed or forced nor is it overly sloppy. It’s sensual but a very playful kiss that leads to a deeper kiss with more depth and passion. If it helps you to think about being a “naughty nurse” or a “dirty doctor” than do what you have to do. And, please don’t ram your tongue down your lover’s throat, unless that’s how they want it but you won’t be winning any major points in the seduction category.

We will go deeper into this subject later. Look out out for part 2 coming soon.

Chauncey’s Passion Part 2

GhostWriting Diva — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 19:13:19 +0000

She reached for the keycard in his pocket, swiping the lock and pushing the door open. Moving into the bedroom of the suite, he placed her on her feet. His shirt buttons flew in different direction as he ripped the material from his chest, tossing it to the floor. He reached for her waist, pulling her into his arms, and reconnecting with her lips. The collision was head on with no turning back. Removing the rest of his clothes from his body, he stood before her with an erection that was ready to do some serious damage. Chauncey could only hope he had enough protection. It was going to be a long afternoon with several rounds of lovemaking. They had the perfect outside setting with a storm taking place, along with a roaring fire going in the fireplace. “Kyle, I have craved this moment, night after night. There is nothing I want more than to feel all of you, inside me,” she slowly slid the straps of her bra off before turning her back to him and letting the material fall to the floor. She felt a warm kiss run across her back from one shoulder to the other while she unbuckled her slacks, easing them over her curvy hips, and let them find there way to the floor. She kicked them across the room and when she turned around to face him, he was on his knees, placing a single kiss to her belly button. “Baby, I need to feel your tongue caress my body. I don’t think I can wait much longer,” she placed her leg over his shoulder, running her hands through his curly hair, sending his head between her legs. He didn’t waist a single moment. She could feel him nibble through her silky thong before snatching the material off her body. He replaced his mouth with two fingers, inserted them deep inside her. The tremble of her thigh could be felt with rippling waves as he stroked her insides the way she liked him to with fast, deep thrusts. “Oh, yes! Lick my clit, Kyle. Please baby, I’ll give you anything you want.” She said panting, breathlessly. He loved it when she gave him orders. He had no problem pleasing her the way she wanted. The more she begged, the harder his erection became. He was rock hard and at the point were he reached his hand to stroke himself until he came all over his hand. The force of his semen was too much for him. “Oh, Kyle. Yes, oh, yes!” she screamed with liquid oozing from her insides, drenching his tongue until he couldn’t catch anymore. Her knees started to buckle. He pulled her body towards the floor, continuing his assault on her throbbing, clit.

The thoughts that were swirling through Chauncey’s head, sent her convulsions into overdrive. Multiple orgasms were ripping her apart. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. If it wasn’t a storm outside, she would be back home, preparing for a full work week but in all her wildest dreams, she didn’t anticipate being devoured by the insatiable, Kyle Cruse. Neither of them could have predicted what was about to take place but they had too much history to ignore the passion that erupted when their bodies collided. Kyle intertwined his legs with hers as Chauncey nipped at his neck. She felt a surge go through her when he plunged his hardened, erection deep into her womb. The joy that was felt at that moment made her cling to him even tighter, she ran her hands up and down his spine, resting them on the curves of his behind. She grunted deeply into a painful groan, feeling the heat from his body as perspiration started to trickle down from his forehead, landing in a endless pool on her collarbone. “Right there, baby,” she said, planting wet kisses on his neck, licking around his ear; she was being served a hefty dish of hot sex. With a single move, she tugged his body until he tumbled over, landing on his back with her straddling his waist. She had no problem taking the lead, lowering her heated, feminine flesh over his pulsating erection. She rode the waves of ecstacy backwards and forward, swiveling her hips like a mad woman.

Part 2 of Chauncey’s Passion coming Soon!

GhostWriting Diva — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:59:51 +0000

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Speaking of Passion

GhostWriting Diva — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:34:57 +0000

Passion is something most will never feel but many wish they knew more about. When you feel a deep connection to someone. You try to figure out how did it happen and when did you become so emotionally bound to your significant other. At first glance, it doesn’t seem real. You shy away from something that leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable. It’s not easy to let your guard down, knowing it’s okay to feel loved and cared for but with passion it is more intense. You feel a fire ebbing your soul. Lust went out the window. Love was already established and now something more profound has taking you out of your comfort zone. The butterflies you felt from the very beginning are now replaced with a longing you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s raw exposure personified and now you have to decide, how to give passion as well as receive it. Just knowing underneath the surface lies your soul yearning for more. Ask yourself one very important question. Where is my passion derived from and is the person worthy of such a precious gift?

Real Talk In The Bedroom with Naughtia

GhostWriting Diva — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 05:13:09 +0000

It’s one thing for a woman to be nice but when you are on the verge of bringing out the freak-me attire, you have just crossed over to being a naughty girl. Men like a little variety. They want a classy lady to have on their arm out in public but in the bedroom, you better bring your “A” game. He wants a freak. Don’t be fulled into thinking you can be miss goody-two shoes. He’s not looking for all that and the sooner women get that through their heads, the better off they will be. It may sound a little harsh but this is “Real Talk” and if you can’t handle the truth, you have stumbled onto the wrong site.

Sometimes you have to channel your inner diva and say to hell with it. Give him something to remember. He is not looking for a timid, shy, little girl. He’s looking for the sex kitten with the insatiable appetite and if you don’t live up to his expectations, he will be moving on to the person who will.

For the men who think they are doing something in the bedroom by lying on your back while we do all the work, lets get real. We women like a take-charge kind of guy. Act like you wanna be there so we women don’t waste our time. And, yes, we do like foreplay just as much as you do. Hey, you got to give to receive and charitable donations are always acceptable. It’s a two-way street, so this includes women, too. Don’t think you can look all pretty with your Victoria Secret’s on and not do a thing but watch your man do all the work. He’s not going for that. The day of being just a simple good girl is over and that type of B.S. just won’t cut it.

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Chauncey’s Passion Part 1

GhostWriting Diva — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:48:26 +0000

Chauncey awoke to a full winter storm outside her hotel suite window. She pushed her covers away from her body, swinging her legs to the side of her bed, and slid her feet into her slippers. Coming to her feet, she stretched her arms above her head, yarning from the lack of sleep, she had from the night before and walked over to the window. She pulled the lace curtain to one side, and gasped at the snowcapped, mountains. The snow was coming down hard and fast, bathing the rocky mountains in a white blanket but the view was to die for and she could hardly complain. The sound of the loud phone on the nightstand startled her, making her snap out of her trance. She quickly picked up the phone. “Hello,” she said. “Good morning, Ms. Moore. This is Kim from the front desk. I’m sorry to disturb you but we wanted to let you know all flights have been cancelled due to the severe storm.” She said. Chauncey gasped. “Oh, No! Please tell me you’re joking? I need to get back to Atlanta by this evening,” she said, pacing around the room. “I’m sorry, but that isn’t going to be possible, today. Several cities have been hit by this storm and visibility is too bad to take off or land. We are prepared to accommodate you for another night and hopefully the weather will be better, tomorrow.” She added. “I understand, Kim. I know it’s not your fault. Thank you for informing me. I need to make a few calls and let people know I won’t be returning, today.” Chauncey took one last peak out the window then, walked over to the nightstand. “Have a good day, Ms. Moore. Goodbye,” Kim said. “Goodbye,” she replied. Chauncey placed the phone back on the charger and flopped down on the bed. It wasn’t going to do her any good getting upset. She picked up her cell phone, scrolling down her contact list, and started to make the necessary calls to alert her people she would be delayed.

Across the hall, in suite b, Kyle had just replaced the phone on the charger, deflated by the news his flight was grounded. He stood by the window, enjoying the view. He was still reeling from wrapping up a multi-million dollar deal that would put his real estate company number one in the state of California. To him, one more day would only give him enough time to relax and strategize his next move. Tossing and turning all night had only made him more famished. After putting on his Rolex and slapping on his favorite aftershave, he grabbed his room key off the coffee table, and made his way to the elevators. A woman passed him on the way to the elevator. She started to smile at him before her husband joined her. He shook his head as he pushed the down button to call the elevator. Women flirted with him all the time. Some went as far as showing up at his company, pretending to be in the market for a new home and insisting that he was the only one that could help them with their needs. Shaking off the thought, he started humming to himself until he was startled by a familiar voice coming towards him. The air started to disappear from his lungs as, Chauncey Moore’s, presence made his heart skip a beat. She was talking on her blackberry, writing information in her day planner. She came to an abrupt halt when she looked up into the eyes of the man that could make her panties disappear without saying a single word. “I, I have to call you back, Cynthia,” she quickly ended her call and stood before Kyle Cruse. He was a six-foot-five, caramel brown skin, Greek God who had a strong muscular build, and piercing hazel eyes. Here she was face to face with her college sweetheart and lover from her freshman year to her senior year in college. Chauncey regretted leaving him behind to pursue her career in journalism. “Kyle, what a surprise running into you here. How have you been?” she said, trying not to stare too long into his mesmerizing eyes. He closed the space between them, reaching in to give her a hug. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her sweet fragrance of the perfume that had him moving away before his erection got the better of him. Chauncey’s five-foot, coca cola bottle frame, long silky black hair that extended to the middle of her waist and almond shaped eyes, could still make his insides quiver. “I was here on business for my company and heading back to Cali but as you can see that will not be happening, today. Wow, it’s really good to see you, Chauncey. I’ve missed you,” he said, giving her body the once over. His eyes seem to land on her lushes, lips. He could still remember the damage her lips could do to him. “Yes, it’s good to see you, too. I was here for a much needed vacation. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Kyle. At least four years. I feel like I have so much I need to explain and say to you. Would you like to join me for breakfast?” she said. Kyle cleared his throat. “Yes, I would really like that.” The elevator arrived and he placed his hand on the small of her back. “After you,” he said. They stood side by side on the elevator and shared glances at one another before the doors closed.

The restaurant café was extremely busy with patrons waiting to be seated. Kyle walked over to the hostess and whispered in her ear. A few seconds later, they were being escorted to a cozy table, near a fireplace. After being seated, the waiter arrived, handing them each a menu. “Thank you.” They both said. Chauncey tried to concentrate on the menu options but her mind couldn’t help wishing, Kyle, was a part of the menu. She glanced at him from the side of her menu. She admired his muscular arms in a tailored, Armani suit. No one could hang a suit like, Kyle and she couldn’t help the sexual urges she was starting to feel. “Do you see anything you like on the menu?” he said seductively. She peered over the top of the menu. “I see a lot of tempting things I want but I know better than to tempt fate,” she said, picking up her water glass, quickly taking a sip of her water to put out her flames inside her. “I must say, you haven’t changed a bit. You look so sexy to me that I can hardly sit here without thinking about how good we were together. I know you had your reasons for doing what you did but right now, none of that seems to matter,” he reached for her hand and stroked his thumb across her knuckles. He was not about to let her get away from him and he was willing to let bygones be bygones to get her back in his life and in his bed. “Kyle, I don’t know what to say. I hated how I ended things but please know I have regretted leaving you the way I did, all these years. I wish it could have been different but I had to make some hard choices to succeed. Please know I never stopped thinking about you but I was wrong in how I left.” She picked up her napkin in her lap, dabbing the tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. The last thing she had expected was to find herself confronting her past. Everyday she dealt with the constant torment and guilt of letting the love of her life go. She wanted nothing more but to be wrapped up in his arms but the disappointing look on his face told a different story. For three years, he was her everything and she was his. They seemed to be joined at the hip with her being the fire that burned through his soul.

Chauncey felt a chill race through her body; she started to shiver before coming to her feet, and placing her hands over the warm, amber fire. Kyle was speechless. He didn’t know if he wanted to be furious with her or kiss away the tears, forming in her beautiful eyes. “Chauncey, all this time I have been hurt by you leaving me. You never even said, goodbye. You just left a note that didn’t explain why you were leaving or where you were going. I was devastated, Chauncey. I loved you so much. You were my life and I thought we could conquer our dreams together but you robbed us of all that,” he finished the last of his Chardonnay, directing the waiter over for a refill. Chauncey couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. She sobbed in her hands before running out the restaurant. She couldn’t stand to cause him any more pain. She rushed into the elevator, hitting her floor in a hurry and waited for the door to close. Tears were staining her silk blouse, making her sob uncontrollably. The doors opened as she fled the elevator and ran into Kyle’s chest. Chauncey thought she would have time to seek refuge in her suite. Apparently, Kyle had taken the stairs. The muscular build of his chest felt like steel as she stumbled into him. Kyle lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “Chauncey Moore, you ran from me four years ago. I won’t let you run away from me, again.” He lowered his head, meeting her lips half way and once again, flames ignited. She felt an uncontrollable surge sweep through her body, wrapping her arms around his neck, as she pulled his body towards hers. Kyle invaded her lips with his thick, long tongue and took her for one hell of a ride. She matched his tongue stroke for stroke until he leaned her body against the wall. There wasn’t a sole in site with the silence that filled the floor until, the sounds of built-up passion, escaped Kyle’s lips with an agonizing, moan. Their kiss was long, smoldering, and filled with intense need. He pushed his pelvis against her, allowing her to feel his desire. She tried to brace her hands on his broad shoulders to push him away. Those intentions left her mind just as quickly as, she snatched his shirt out of his pants, placing her hands underneath his shirt to caress his chest. Kyle opened his eyes, braking away from her to look at the fullness of her lips; the desire in her eyes was making his groan swell. Kyle eyed her erect nipple, peaking through her fitted, silk blouse. He started to unbutton her top to expose the satin and lace bra. He traced his fingers from her throat to the curve of her breast before dipping his neck, and retracing his finger with his tongue. “Oh, Kyle. Your touch has been missed so much, baby,” she closed her eyes and enjoyed the erotic moment between them. Taking a quick scan of the corridor, he returned his attention to the voluptuous, creature in front of him. After unsnapping the front of her bra, his fingers moved the material away from her skin, allowing him to capture her nipple between his teeth. Suckling her full, nipple, he licked and ravished it before, moving to the other. The one thing he truly missed about her was her exhibitionist nature. They never thought twice about where they were or who might be watching them. That was part of their past escapades, together. With cameras everywhere, they knew hotel security was getting an eyeful and they didn’t care. “Tell me you want me? Tell me how much you need to feel me inside you?” he took her hand, slowly guiding it into his boxers. He wanted her to feel his desire and show her that her touched was missed.

Intro to Story Telling!

GhostWriting Diva — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 13:18:41 +0000

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