What's the appeal - - Honestly

There is always a seducer and a seducee, but it's not really coercive.

When I wear a skimpy nightgown out to the living room where my SO is doom scrolling on his phone in the dark, and then lean against his arm until he notices what I'm wearing, that's seduction. Especially if he follows my swaying hips back to the bedroom.

When he spends the evening finding every opportunity to touch my shoulders or hips from behind while whispering everything he wants to do with me once the kids are in bed, that's also seduction.

It's very similar to flirting, just far more blatant.
I’d call that being playful with your partner.
 

seduce​

verb

se·duce si-ˈdüs

1 to persuade to disobedience or disloyalty

2 to lead astray usually by persuasion or false promises

3 to carry out the physical seduction of : entice to sexual intercourse
From your definition...

entice /ĕn-tīs′/

transitive verb​

  1. To attract (someone), usually to do something, by arousing hope, interest, or desire: synonym: lure.
Whereas...

coerce /kō-ûrs′/

transitive verb​

  1. To pressure, intimidate, or force (someone) into doing something. synonym: force.
    Similar: force
 
Not mine, Merriam Webster’s
The point is the same.

I respect that you might view the term "seduction" in a sometimes negative light. If I was a young woman and had experienced life differently, I might feel the same way.

Yes, there is always a seducer and a seducee, and the roles might change within the same interaction. I have played both roles and enjoyed them every time, even if I chose to no longer participate at some point, or she declined and there was no sex involved.
 
I like tentacles cause, they can be everywhere, and the whole organic bondage thing is so hot.

The whole idea of having something thick and soft wrapped around my wrists and holding them aloft while my three major holes are being violated is just so tantalizing. Add in the living ropes winding around and controlling my legs while more are wrapped around my torso and wiggling and teasing. My god, it sounds amazing. Especially if there's a tip going at my clit. :love:

And then tentacle creatures come in so many flavors, you have warm, and cold, slimy, and smooth, shaped like a man, shaped like nothing so much as tentacles, and everything in between.

Alas, it is a fantasy that shall forever remain in the abyss of fantasy.
 
I like tentacles cause, they can be everywhere, and the whole organic bondage thing is so hot.

The whole idea of having something thick and soft wrapped around my wrists and holding them aloft while my three major holes are being violated is just so tantalizing. Add in the living ropes winding around and controlling my legs while more are wrapped around my torso and wiggling and teasing. My god, it sounds amazing. Especially if there's a tip going at my clit. :love:

And then tentacle creatures come in so many flavors, you have warm, and cold, slimy, and smooth, shaped like a man, shaped like nothing so much as tentacles, and everything in between.

Alas, it is a fantasy that shall forever remain in the abyss of fantasy.
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First, I've never heard it called body painting before. So, I've learned something today.
But on a more serious note, what I find odd/interesting is how "creampie" has become a fetish.
Like people, that's actually how sex is intended to work. It's the whole damn point biologically speaking.

I blame the obsession with facials and all on porn. It's a visual medium, and if a guy cums inside his partner there's nothing to see.

Personally, during intercourse I hate having a partner pull out. You're in the moment, enjoying it, then all of a sudden he's going this way and that to pull out and aim somewhere.
It takes a moment of release and turns it into gymnastics.
Double like.
 
Some others:

Body worship - I enjoy making my husband feel good and he's a martial artist, so he's got a great body as it is, very easy to worship.

Cooking - I like seeing people enjoy things I created specifically for them. A favorite of my husband's is BBQ spice roasted sweet potatoes. They get a little crispy on the outside and stay fluffy inside with a smokey sweet spice to them. He gets excited by the fact that I can make vegetables delicious without making them unhealthy.

Pleasure from pleasure - making other people happy makes me feel good. Not necessarily about myself, but more like a tingly thrill when someone appreciates something I've done.

Hands - I have no idea, I just really like playing with my husband's hands. Touching them, running my fingers over them, kissing his fingers, sucking on his fingers, etc. I love his hands.

Canes/floggers/paddles/crops - they are some of the few things that actually hurt after a while. I'm trying to convince my husband to learn to use a whip but he's hesitant to buy one because he knows why I'm encouraging it.

Hair pulling - feels good, I like being controlled.

Collars - beyond kitten play, I don't wear a wedding band or engagement ring, but I do have a collar made of leather, brass with an enamel butterfly/flower/branch charm that I wear everywhere. It's the only jewelry I wear. We also have some velvet, leather and metal varieties, some with matching leashes. Most I've made myself.

Water - not watersports, just water. It's comforting. Baths are always a part of my aftercare so it's a big aspect of cooling down and soothing me. My husband always washes my hair.

Crying - I struggle to cry. Part of growing up rough was not showing perceived weaknesses and crying was a perceived weakness, so I learned very quick to refrain. Sometimes I desperately need to cry, but I have to be made to cry. It's absolutely emotionally freeing when I do. It's kind of a similar feeling if when you have to go pee really bad but can't for a long time. Then when you do it's pure relief. That's what it's like, but with an added "initiate arousal" aspect. Maybe it's being/feeling vulnerable and not necessarily the crying?

Darkness/moonlight - *shrug* vampire.

Biting - both doing the biting and being bitten. Particularly biting the wrist. Dunno why really, just like it. Bitten neck and inner thigh are the best.

Long hair - on both men and women. I'm not fond of pulling hair, but stroking it and running my fingers up the back of the neck and into long hair while kissing is just a great feeling.

Lingerie - I like the way it looks, but often hate the way it feels. Silk is best, not a fan of lace.

Natural scents - Perfume/cologne makes me ill, but natural musky scents are pure fire for arousal and finding myself attracted to someone.

tattoos and piercings - Big fan, much appreciation, I like being drawn on, but haven't yet committed to anything permanent because I have this nasty habit of finding new things to be allergic to. Lastest are bandaid adhesives and sunlight (sensitivity, not an actual allergy), fun!

Being drawn on/painted on/written on - brushes and markers feel nice. Paint is cool and soothing. Intimacy of the closeness is arousing.

Voyeurism - particularly with masturbation (watching my husband. Please don't send me dick videos, it's very specifically limited to people I'm already attracted to!)

Deep voices - I really fucking like deeply masculine voices. I find them both arousing and soothing. I think there's a bit of a protective element I feel from them.

Daddy dom types - business suit, cuffs rolled up to mid forearm loosened tie = hot as hell.

Beards - very masculine,very comforting, very arousing. Something about clean shaven men puts me off. Probably trauma related. But beards tend to be extremely attractive. Long old wizard beard is even better.

Older than me - this is actually required for me to be even remotely sexually interested in someone. I cannot take someone younger than me seriously as being my type. They could be cool as hell, a great friend, amazing fun to be around, but there's just zero actual attraction to anyone younger than me. Women can be okay younger sometimes, but it's highly dependent on the woman and she needs to still be in my age range. Older than me is still better.

Capable of making me listen to them - many have tried, few have succeeded, but it's hot when they do.

Letting me whisper - I don't like to talk. I do like to whisper. Someone who's okay with me being close enough to always whisper to them instills an element of trust that is hard to come by. It's a comfort/soothing thing for me and it's very arousing to be indulged on this.

Intelligence mixed with passion - Talk to me about anything deeply interesting beyond pop culture. Interested in a very specific type of rock and want to tell me all about it? I will listen for hours. I don't give a fuck where someone works or who they know or what movies they like or how much they earn, I want to be invited to learn about their passions around learning. Read a scientific paper you got engrossed in? Yeah that's what I want to talk about, teach me what you learned. Figure out a new way to code a difficult thing? I won't understand it, but I'll love to listen to someone explain every detail with passion. Breed a new variety of plant? Tell me how and get fully engrossed in the process. This isn't just about book intelligence, but also life intelligence and learning, particularly learning from mistakes or learning how to grow as a person and accept new ideas. Learning + passion = arousing

I have a lot of random kinks/things that appeal to me that may either be not normally sexual by nature or not understood by general society as sexually acceptable.

Also dragons. *Shrug*
 
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