The Seduction Series
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Adult +
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18
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3,925
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3
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The Seduction Series, Chapter 12
The Seduction Series,
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: Not Suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations
Christian snapped his cell phone off, suddenly pulling his manhood out of Teresa with urgency.
He then reached down about to yank the cum-soaked condom off.
“Need a hand, Dr. Troy?” Teresa winked as she went to lean forward.
He paused before replying, turning slightly. “No thank you…..I have business to go tend to,” he sneered as he looked down removing the condom with ease, pitching it in the garbage nearby.
He sensed Teresa’s eyes were watching his every move as he bent over snatching his clothes.
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em, huh Dr. Troy?” she mused, then sighing while she reached for her garments also.
Ignoring her, he pulled up his underwear and hurriedly zipped up his pants, then slipped his shoes on immediately.
He took his shirt, buttoning it right away then carefully tidied his collar, also fixing his cuffs before putting his jacket on.
He turned, walking towards the door, putting his one hand on the doorknob, he glanced back at Teresa and with a wink, he said, “Oh, you might wanna tidy up the mess before your boss gets back,” he remarked with sarcasm, slamming the door.
In haste, he walked to his car, putting on his sunglasses. He then got in behind the steering wheel, reaching his arm out to slam the door shut.
“Whew! Whatta workout for both brains!” he mused under his breath as he started the engine. He pulled out the business card with Miss Diva’s home address on it and punched it into his GPS and then drove off.
Smiling triumphantly to himself, he reached over to turn on the tunes.
The lyrics, “Days Go By” by Dirty Vegas, vibrated throughout the vehicle.
You
You
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That’s pulling at my skin
Christian started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his thoughts shifted to thoughts of Julia and the dream he’d had earlier of her.
You leave me when I’m at my worst
Feeling as if I’ve been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Without you
Without you
As Christian further listened to the lyrics, his mood suddenly shifted from triumphant to complete melancholy. He sighed, recalling the time she had told him he couldn’t ever have her. He winced, thinking about her as the music faded.
He then suddenly felt a severe rush of tiredness wash over him. In a flash he decided to head home for a few winks instead of going to Miss Diva’s home right away. He quickly turned around spinning the tires.
He arrived at home and walked inside, gently closing the door behind him
Feeling like he’d just left, he walked through the hallway in his condo and headed towards the bedroom and flopped on the bed, too tired to shower.
He slowly reached his hand over to his nightstand to turn the radio on before rolling over to close his heavy eyes.
The song, “Stay” by Shakespear’s Sister played softly as he drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of Julia.
If this world is wearing thin
And you’re thinking of escape
I’ll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don’t think I’ll understand
Stay with me
Stay with me
In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be be no in between
When your pride is on the floor
I’ll make you beg for more
Stay with me
Stay with me
You’d better hope and pray
That you make it safe
Back to your own world
You’d better hope and pray
That you’ll wake one day
In your own world
Coz when you sleep at night
They don’t hear your cries
In your own world
Only time will tell
If you can break the spell
Back in your own world
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay, stay with me
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay with me
All of sudden Christian’s cell phone rang. He came to instantly, startled by the shrill, grasping the phone by his bed.
“Hello?” he groggily asked.
“Christian, we need to talk,” Julia’s voice replied in a serious tone.
To Be Continued
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: Not Suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations
Christian snapped his cell phone off, suddenly pulling his manhood out of Teresa with urgency.
He then reached down about to yank the cum-soaked condom off.
“Need a hand, Dr. Troy?” Teresa winked as she went to lean forward.
He paused before replying, turning slightly. “No thank you…..I have business to go tend to,” he sneered as he looked down removing the condom with ease, pitching it in the garbage nearby.
He sensed Teresa’s eyes were watching his every move as he bent over snatching his clothes.
“Love ‘em and leave ‘em, huh Dr. Troy?” she mused, then sighing while she reached for her garments also.
Ignoring her, he pulled up his underwear and hurriedly zipped up his pants, then slipped his shoes on immediately.
He took his shirt, buttoning it right away then carefully tidied his collar, also fixing his cuffs before putting his jacket on.
He turned, walking towards the door, putting his one hand on the doorknob, he glanced back at Teresa and with a wink, he said, “Oh, you might wanna tidy up the mess before your boss gets back,” he remarked with sarcasm, slamming the door.
In haste, he walked to his car, putting on his sunglasses. He then got in behind the steering wheel, reaching his arm out to slam the door shut.
“Whew! Whatta workout for both brains!” he mused under his breath as he started the engine. He pulled out the business card with Miss Diva’s home address on it and punched it into his GPS and then drove off.
Smiling triumphantly to himself, he reached over to turn on the tunes.
The lyrics, “Days Go By” by Dirty Vegas, vibrated throughout the vehicle.
You
You
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That’s pulling at my skin
Christian started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, his thoughts shifted to thoughts of Julia and the dream he’d had earlier of her.
You leave me when I’m at my worst
Feeling as if I’ve been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn’t live my life without you
Without you
Without you
As Christian further listened to the lyrics, his mood suddenly shifted from triumphant to complete melancholy. He sighed, recalling the time she had told him he couldn’t ever have her. He winced, thinking about her as the music faded.
He then suddenly felt a severe rush of tiredness wash over him. In a flash he decided to head home for a few winks instead of going to Miss Diva’s home right away. He quickly turned around spinning the tires.
He arrived at home and walked inside, gently closing the door behind him
Feeling like he’d just left, he walked through the hallway in his condo and headed towards the bedroom and flopped on the bed, too tired to shower.
He slowly reached his hand over to his nightstand to turn the radio on before rolling over to close his heavy eyes.
The song, “Stay” by Shakespear’s Sister played softly as he drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of Julia.
If this world is wearing thin
And you’re thinking of escape
I’ll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don’t think I’ll understand
Stay with me
Stay with me
In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be be no in between
When your pride is on the floor
I’ll make you beg for more
Stay with me
Stay with me
You’d better hope and pray
That you make it safe
Back to your own world
You’d better hope and pray
That you’ll wake one day
In your own world
Coz when you sleep at night
They don’t hear your cries
In your own world
Only time will tell
If you can break the spell
Back in your own world
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay, stay with me
Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay with me
All of sudden Christian’s cell phone rang. He came to instantly, startled by the shrill, grasping the phone by his bed.
“Hello?” he groggily asked.
“Christian, we need to talk,” Julia’s voice replied in a serious tone.
To Be Continued