It's me again, figured it was time to share more stuff.

This time: Seduction! Got your attention now?~

While I could use this opportinity to infodump about [special interest here], I rather stay on topic for once. Me and some folks recently talked about how we dated and, to my own realisation, when I studied others to learn how dating and courting someone worked, I just... studied the girls.

Back then I was still "a guy"™, but it worked remarkably well and I never found myselt without a partner for long stretches in my life. Turns out girls like when you treat them as their own. So if you have problems dating, getting things going, consider the patterns you learned and see if they match you!

But hold on, there is more! If you, dear reader, are not interested in how I get the guys blood roiling, you can ignore the spoiler text. For the others: Enjoy!

::: spoiler Smut Level: Low but existent For Context: I am a softdom with most cis guys I meet, because having control is fun. And I already look like a MILF! Also, in this example, physical intimacy is already the plan and we are in private (in my flat).

When they enter the door, I just... wait until they remove their shoes and get in the bath to wash hands. So far I was polite and forthcomming, but the moment they step out, expecting no change, I pounce.

See, most guys are nervous when meeting a new person, so I play with that. Just as his hands are dry and he turns to me, I smile. THAT kind of smile, it is a special one I give people when I really want to devoue them and it works every charm. No wonder, I perfected it over many years.

One step closer, he is with his back against the wall, me right in front, hands on his shoulders. No kisses yet, but... could happen any second now. He is even more nervous, clearly not used to being not in charge, like a lot of guys are. Gives me more room to play.

I keep going, entwine some fingers in a firm motion, the others grab his cheek. Handholding is a secret weapon they never expect. Then I pull on that, drag them.man stumbling into my lair. I got a large bed, we stop in front of it. One more smile, he nervously smiles back. Then gets pushed in. Every move is always intentional, hyper focused on him and his reactions, now even more then before.

From there it is makeout time, me on top of him, switching gear to not mirror but compliment his motions. If he is nervous and jonking, I get serious. If he finds some confidence in his backpocket, I make the jokes and play the clown. Physical intimacy is fucking awkward, try not to hide it. Sometimes you step on hair, bite a bit too much, roll onto a shirt, get caught in a zipper.

Play it for laughs! Because... it is admitedly quite funny to having to tier your hair because every time your lean over a man he has to sneeze from all the hair tickling his eyes.

How long does this last? As long as we want it to be! But eventually I unwrap him like a christmas present, keeping the routine. And the rest... is history~ :::

Thanks for cumming to my TED-talk!

Lila, singing off!