Calling all Casanovas and femme fatales.

[AMoveableBeast]

It's Friday night, love, or at least lust, is in the air.

Since we are in the business of sultry sentences, what is the most seductive or alluring thing someone has ever said to you in an attempt to get you into bed? Did it work?

If you don't have one, what do you secretly hope someone will say to you? What is the magic combination of words that would just instantly unlock you?

 

[LadyVer]

A guy told me I was a sultry bitch one time. I liked the sultry. It was the bitch part that threw me. I think it was meant to be more positive, than negative, but what do I know. Who knows with men? And he was an intelligent hunk. I can still remember him. Long blond hair. 6'6" ... Biker. Yum. lol

 

[emma_the_librarian]

I think I'll muddle it a bit, it was after a few drinks, but...

"Where the hell did you come from? With those burning eyes and that sassy smirk. You could tell me right now that you would devour me and ruin me and I would be on my knees begging for it. Please tell me what sensual words I can say to seduce you into my arms, because all I've got is Bond, James Bond."

 

[AMoveableBeast]

LadyVer, though I wouldn't say it when I first met a woman, I do sometimes refer to a woman I am with in those terms, and when I do, I mean it positively and affectionately. I adore unconventional women, and a bitch, at least as society often defines the term, is a woman who rejects expectations and is unafraid to ruffle feathers, raise her voice, and give lingering stares. But an attractive, smart, 6'6 biker doesn't really need a line, does he? He needs an agent and a script for Sons of Anarchy.

 

[slyc_willie]

Seeing as how my wife and I are home tonight because she had a fainting spell, I'll give this a go.

Now, I don't condone recreational drug use. I don't "do" anything but alcohol. But, in my earlier years, I was open to trying new experiences, and even then, as a budding writer, I wanted to know what it was like to be under the influence of various drugs. So I tried mushrooms, and marijuana. Had interesting experiences with both, enough to satisfy my curiosity.

With that backdrop . . . .

I was 22 and in a German nightclub. Strobe lights and black lights everywhere, and it was apparently 'gothic night' or maybe that was just the local fashion, because everyone was decked out in tight-fitting or skin-showing black outfits. I was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. Obviously, I stood out.

I had noticed a particular slim, black-haired beauty wearing basically a ribbon of black cloth about two inches wide across her breasts and black jeans with the cheeks cut out. She'd done up her eyebrows so that she almost looked Vulcan and her hair was in a top-knot. Very striking. Very hot.

She eventually noticed me checking her out, but she gave me the cold, aloof look and disappeared in the crowd. I figured that was that, but about ten minutes later she comes walking right toward me after I'd gotten another drink.

I think we said "Hi," but I'm not sure. I don't remember that part. What I do remember was the way she stared into my eyes, licked her black-painted lips, and asked with typical German bluntness, her voice just accented enough to evoke images of a sultry WWII spy:

"Have you ever fucked on coke?"

Needless to say, that night I did indeed find out what it's like to fuck on coke.

And that was the one and only time in my life a woman was that direct with me.

 

[sheablue]

"You are mine. You belong to me. Say it."

And later ...

"You amaze me. You are perfection. Do NOT let anyone make you feel that you're not. Ever."

 

[AMoveableBeast]

That kind of directness is intoxicating isn't it, slyc? I find it odd that more women don't realize the kind of social power they possess.

I knew a woman who was completely and utterly unafraid of sex, at a fairly early age. She was voracious and forward, a goddamned thresher, and men fell before her like stalks of wheats. When we were just out of high school, I went with her to take an E-check test. For those unfamiliar, it's a test that checked the emissions of automobiles that was required in certain states to determine a car or truck's road-worthiness.

She drove a real piece of shit at the time, an old fucking Nova that spat oil and hissed smoke. Needless to say, she failed. Now, this girl was never one for modesty, and she was dressed in this white halter top and shorts that barely outdistanced her labia, and she was wearing these cheap-ass Mickey Mouse sunglasses. And she pulls those ridiculous ass sunglasses down, looks at the guy giving her the failing news and says, "If you give me the other sticker, the passing one, I'll let you run your finger, slowly and softly around my right nipple for exactly seven seconds, and not an instant more. If you don't charge me for it, I'll let you lick your finger first."

The guy nodded like he'd just met Jesus and traced one wet, trembling finger around one of her puffy, cherry nipples, and we drove out of there sporting a green tag and a street-worthy vehicle.

My eyes must have been a little too wide, because she turned to me and asked me what was wrong with feigned innocence. I just looked at her and said, "I was just thinking that if the other girls on the planet catch on to what you just did, the ozone layer and I are pretty much fucked."

 

[AMoveableBeast]

"You are mine. You belong to me. Say it."

And later ...

"You amaze me. You are perfection. Do NOT let anyone make you feel that you're not. Ever."

That's beautiful.

 

[MSTarot]

"Come on in. We'll keep you warm."



I can just wish it had been a bed those two ladies talked me into and not a damn lake, in Georgia, in April.

DAMN! That water was cold.

And yeah... they did keep me warm. Sorta... kinda.



MST

 

[slyc_willie]

That kind of directness is intoxicating isn't it, slyc? I find it odd that more women don't realize the kind of social power they possess.

It's a matter of timing and circumstance for me. If I met a girl on the street who offered to let me fondle her nipple (alluding to your story), I'd turn away without another word and never think I missed out on a great opportunity. I've had encounters with women who were almost as direct as the one I described, but they were always drunk (usually very much so) and it was clear the reasons for wanting to seduce me had nothing to do with a desire to be with me.

My wife, on the other hand, is a believer in actions and not words. She'll sometimes step out of the shower and, without a word, push me onto the bed and straddle me. A few kisses, some light groping, some grinding, and I'm soon as naked as she is. We both get what we want without a word being said.

 

[AMoveableBeast]

It's a matter of timing and circumstance for me. If I met a girl on the street who offered to let me fondle her nipple (alluding to your story), I'd turn away without another word and never think I missed out on a great opportunity. I've had encounters with women who were almost as direct as the one I described, but they were always drunk (usually very much so) and it was clear the reasons for wanting to seduce me had nothing to do with a desire to be with me.

My wife, on the other hand, is a believer in actions and not words. She'll sometimes step out of the shower and, without a word, push me onto the bed and straddle me. A few kisses, some light groping, some grinding, and I'm soon as naked as she is. We both get what we want without a word being said.

There is certainly something to be said for the strong, silent type, be they male or female. Still I am enamored with words. Call it a preoccupation.

 

[Hypoxia]

No words -- they just crawled into the tent where I was sleeping naked at a Rainbow Festival.

 

[slyc_willie]

There is certainly something to be said for the strong, silent type, be they male or female. Still I am enamored with words. Call it a preoccupation.

There's no denying the power of words. They lead armies and cower bullies. When it comes to sex, the right words, at the right time, can do wonders for either party. The trick is to coordinate the words with the mood.

I'm reminded of an adult "reality" series I watched a while back, featuring couples having sex at or near various well-known national monuments in the US. One of the scenes had the man and woman having sex at the edge of the Grand Canyon. It was very heated, very sexy. The two were obviously very much into one another (literally and romantically ). But then . . . .

"Nut me, baby!" she cried. "Nut me!"

As hot as the scene was, those words killed it for me.

 

[AMoveableBeast]

"Nut me, baby!" she cried. "Nut me!"

As hot as the scene was, those words killed it for me.

And just like that, with a wave of his thick, magic wand, her Mounds became an Almond Joy.

 

[slyc_willie]

And just like that, with a wave of his thick, magic wand, her Mounds became an Almond Joy.

More like a Snickers to me.

 

[AMoveableBeast]

More like a Snickers to me.

See, I thought of that, with Milky Way being the starting state, but I changed it on account of the wordplay on Mounds (quivering mound) and Almond Joy (nut ecstasy). I'm not barring any options, however. Snickers is certainly a satisfying choice. Sweet!

 

[AMoveableBeast]

Your anecdote reminds me of a time when I was at a hotel party with a few friends and one of them took a lady friend into a nearby room and commenced with the romance, loudly and drunkenly. Well the girl he was with was quite enthusiastic and verbal (both wonderful qualities) but also strange (sometimes wonderful, sometimes strange), and her word choices, which we could all hear quite clearly, were baffling.

As the finale approached she yelled, "Give me the spooge! Give me the spooge! Oh, spoooooooogey spooge!" And she sounded for all of the world like a hound dog. More particularly, like the dog from the Cookie Crisp cereal commercials. You know, "Ca-hooooookie Crisp!" We lost it. For years after that people who had been at that party referred to that friend as "Chip".

Boy, we railroaded this thread from its sexy beginnings, huh?

 

[StrangeLife]

A few decades ago I actually scored by telling a girl that I intended to say something extremely dirty in her ear - and then proceeded to whisper "sweaty gym socks."

Turned out she was as weird as me. You don't see that very often...

 

[slyc_willie]

Your anecdote reminds me of a time when I was at a hotel party with a few friends and one of them took a lady friend into a nearby room and commenced with the romance, loudly and drunkenly. Well the girl he was with was quite enthusiastic and verbal (both wonderful qualities) but also strange (sometimes wonderful, sometimes strange), and her word choices, which we could all hear quite clearly, were baffling.

As the finale approached she yelled, "Give me the spooge! Give me the spooge! Oh, spoooooooogey spooge!" And she sounded for all of the world like a hound dog. More particularly, like the dog from the Cookie Crisp cereal commercials. You know, "Ca-hooooookie Crisp!" We lost it. For years after that people who had been at that party referred to that friend as "Chip".

I have a similar story, concerning a young (18yo) hostess at a restaurant in which I used to work. She was one of those insanely cute, demure, very quiet girls whom you wouldn't believe was actually a raving slut. Turns out she was pretty much willing to go to bed with anyone, regardless of age, appearance, or marital status, who would give her some weed. It eventually became a crude joke: "give her a bowl, and she'll smoke your pole."

On one such occasion, she took a ride home with a new server at the restaurant. They smoked out in his car, then got down to the dirty deed. He lasted about ten seconds before getting off. Thereafter, until he quit (which was about a month later), he was known as "Quick."

Boy, we railroaded this thread from its sexy beginnings, huh?

Hey, it's your thread.

 

[AMoveableBeast]

Did you at least make a crack about it not being a "fast-food" joint when he came back to work? Or, "You barely tipped her." Tell me you did.

 

[slyc_willie]

Did you at least make a crack about it not being a "fast-food" joint when he came back to work? Or, "You barely tipped her." Tell me you did.

Alas, no, but once it became common knowledge that she was a slut, she quit the restaurant and instead took a job at a local burger joint. Word was (though never confirmed) that she became known there for her "dedication for service." Take that as you will.

Damn. That's a whole Lit story, isn't it?

 

[AMoveableBeast]

Alas, no, but once it became common knowledge that she was a slut, she quit the restaurant and instead took a job at a local burger joint. Word was (though never confirmed) that she became known there for her "dedication for service." Take that as you will.

Damn. That's a whole Lit story, isn't it?

Yeah, slyc, you're giving away the gold here just like it was any other rock.

 

[Acktion]

You know how everyone always asks, "is this a true story?" Well, this one is. Sadly, it didn't happen to me but to a friend while I stood behind him with my jaw on the floor thinking "No fuckin' way!"

Now, it so happens that this friend was from Germany and the events happened in a sleepy little college town in "West-by-God-Texas, ya'll". I'll let you decide if the accent played a role or not.

Being young college aged men, we were dressed to the nines and out on the prowl for young college aged women. We would of course prefer nice girls, but we would settle for good girls. (The difference being that good girls go out, have a good time, go home, and THEN go to bed.)

Anyway, we had just walked into a joint rather dubiously styled "Fast and Cool". Literally, we had not even reached the bar, the tables or the dance floor yet but were just passing the long stretch of wall separating the entrance, and the two guys that had to turn at the waist to look behind them watching it from everything else.

Pa-... um... PHIL looks over and there is this girl that looks like she'd just stepped down off one of the beer posters, slinky neon painted on dress and all.

"Hey, want to dance?" Phil hollers over the music.

By some magic known only to the fairer sex, the girl hears him and turns around and gives him the once over. You know the one that catalogues everything from the date of your last shoe shine to the cost of your haircut to the amount of money in your wallet, right down to the manufacturers initial on the car key out of sight in your pocket. I figure I already know the answer at that point and am looking elsewhere.

"I don't think so." She says and does that slow turn away.

Guys, you know the one I mean. The one that says, "I wasn't actually noticing you at all. I just needed to stretch my back while I looked to see if there was anyone there actually worth noticing."

I figure we're done and I've already spotted more likely pr-... uh... partners across the dance floor.

But, no.

"So, I guess a blowjob in the parking lot is out of the question then?" P-...PHIL says in that accent so thick you could cut it with a knife.

All I could think was "What the fuck, man?" as I spun around and stared at him. But I couldn't even say it.

Around the parts where that occurred, you just don't, don't, don't say things like that to a woman! All she needed to do was say the right words and every guy in the place was going to escort us from the premises with a few pointed reminders in the form of bruises to mind our manners. Hell, I was considering getting my own shots in before they reached us!

Only, she doesn't. She turns back around and gives him almost exactly the same once over, only this time she starts to smile.

"Not necessarily," she says and proceeds to get up and take him by the hand and lead him right back out the door we had just come in.

Leaving me standing there, slackjawed, thinking "What the fuck, man?!"

Luckily, I drove, so I had a way home after my own poor hunting... I mean, after I failed to attract any of the other young ladies.

Pau-... I mean PHIL and I had a monster calc class every morning at 0730 together. That was Friday. I didn't see him again until a test on WEDNESDAY.

"Where the fuck have you been man?" I asked as he strolled in yawning and looking like something the cat hawked up wearing the same clothes I'd last seen him in.

"Her place." Another yawn cut his accent to ribbons. "Wasn't much out of the question."

Whatever works, I suppose. Last I saw of them, four years later, they were still living together and packing crap to move back to Germany after graduation.

Me? I wasn't ever even thinking about trying that particular line. But, go ahead if you want. Hey, it worked once that I know of for sure.

 

[Bramblethorn]

It's Friday night, love, or at least lust, is in the air.

Since we are in the business of sultry sentences, what is the most seductive or alluring thing someone has ever said to you in an attempt to get you into bed? Did it work?

If you don't have one, what do you secretly hope someone will say to you? What is the magic combination of words that would just instantly unlock you?

Not really a pick-up line since we were already in a relationship, but I still appreciated it:

"You know that Nine Inch Nails song? 'Closer'?"
"Yeah?"
"That."
"...oh!"

 

[sr71plt]

Just finished writing a story for the Nude Day contest. Does that count for anything? (No, didn't think so.)