About Me

For the past few years I have been travelling the world further refining what it means to be seductive and how we can create a better world through it. I've been through both the highs and lows it takes to achieve the very height of sensuality and to maintain it.
I was before all of this just going to be a martial arts coach, but in realising the need for change in sensuality I was swept up on an adventure and came to the very decision to change the way everything can be done for the better.

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Ofcourse I was meant to be a lover!

 

Seduction isn't an act its part of being what you were meant to be.
You were never meant to be anything else than absolutely alluring to the other sex. Desirable, sexy, gorgeous, captivating.
So where did the idea come in that we have to learn this part of life?
Is that even how we expect to improve.

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Wonderous Hunger

 

Sometimes you can't help but be fascinated by someone. You see right through them and you know you have seen most all there is to see. But some how, for some reason.. You hunger for more!

I turn around, to see somewhat of a familiar face that grips at me. Her hand gently perching itself upon my arm, as I gently raise my hand to her waist, gently letting it settle against the soft comforting feel of silk and warmth radiating beneath.

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The Gaurdian

 

There are sometimes unexpected advantages to others, from being a seductively aware and capable person. In this instance, I used my seductive ability to sooth and comfort, a person in need, and understand deeper into the situation than otherwise possible. There is I suppose a reason as to why sometimes I am considered a gaurdian and not merely just a seducer.

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It's A Simple Thing

 

As I walked towards her, her eyes bore into me.. Ablaze, on fire, scorching the smoldering steam that was rising from my body.

As I drew closer my hand rose to her face and cupped the delicate softness that was her jaw line closer towards my lips. I stood there for a moment, looking into her eyes.

We both stopped for a moment as she readjusted and took my belt pulling me in closer. Hips tight up against each other, she looked again back at me. Still, silent, close.

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A Kiss From The Past

 

It was a kiss from the past, the hot and baited breath.. Waiting, savoring, resonating.. Lips still, gentle scents of the thickening air beginning to caress ever so gently, like ribbons of silk in the wind. The way her hair fell was with the most lush and young of complexions.. Like how the morning dew reflects the sole spark of the sun, amongst its cool body. The hair gently fell in front of her face like the last drop of rain from a leaf.

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In Another World

 

As he awoke, he squeezed her hand.. His eyes peering open she sat over him.. He began to glow and smile, looking at her, with fascination. His hand softly grabbed her, and clenched, progressively harder, as his strength returned..

He gently let back his head, and gently opening his lips to the air, soft wisps and curves of air danced along his lips.. He looked at her again, his skin gently glowing.. And he grazed his hand past her face.
‘Mmmmm..’ he gently sounded as he begun to embrace her again in his arms.

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A World Everlasting

 

A touch upon its passions, caresses even the deepest parts of a woman, stirring the gentle rupturing colors that lie just under the surface of her exposed and vulnerable skin.
Her spirit soared, as a look of uncontrolled rapture, streaked across her face, and then ruptured into ecstacy. A gentle growl, tracing the edges of her bitten neck. A soft hand slipping from the edge of a choking desire. Her breath was left ablaze, in all its glory, huffing and brunting. Her very arms and legs, floating with a numbing and forbidden pleasure.

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I Had A Dream

 

It was as real as life, yet softer.

A dream, but not quite..
If there is a master pulling the strings behind our dreams, making anything possible.. He didn't have to raise a finger..
For as life is, so too was this dream. As well as I know it begun, and ended, I cannot clearly see either. Only in the reflection of her eyes, is the story of how we knew each other told.

Her eyes gently whispering a devotion, the trust of a girl mostly shy, but the hunger dwelling deep as a beast wanting of release.. 

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A Morning Again Not Alone

 

Her eyes softly fell, on his body, on his lips. His presence still casting a shroud through and into the room. She raised from the bed, flicking her hair back, and straddled herself on top of him.

Her thighs with the softest yet most sensual strength, pressed up against his body. Gentle rays of early morning light dappling through the window, warming her skin ever so gently. Soft chirps of birds, cooing softly outside, sparking in her a gentle and caring smile. She leaned over gently, and letting her lips brush up against his chest, kissed and tasted him softly..

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Rain On Me

 

The raindrops swelled, falling from the tips of his hair, she bound his shirt, pulling him in. But a breath away they lingered, for moments frozen still in time.. Words melting, whispers hushing, there was nothing but the simmering edges of chemistry sparking from their bodies.. And with an effortless type of falling, they could not control their passions..

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A Breath Of Fresh Air

 

Most men don’t know that, a woman has a touch, reserved for the few men, whom can see her truer and only beauty. It lies under her breath.. Past the edges of her lips.. It is both hidden, yet to one who sees it, it would shine through a crowd with ease.

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