#seduction

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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For me, a woman who is absorbed in her work, who does not care about gaining one’s favour, strong yet subtle at the same time, is essentially more seductive. The more she hides and abandons her femininity, the more it emerges from the very heart of her existence. ↗

— Yohji Yamamoto

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Edward: Bella, please stop taking your clothes off! Bella: Why? Did you wanna do that part? ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#eclipse #edward-cullen #seduction #seduction

To be around someone whose self-confidence is more than what our first glance led us to expect is seductive. ↗

— Abraham Verghese

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Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me? ↗

— Gena Showalter

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One of these days you're going to wake up," William finally said, "and I will have shaved you, Everywhere." (Paris) "Won't make a difference. Women will still want me. ↗

— Gena Showalter

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He was, like everyone of a strongly erotic disposition, twice as good, twice as much himself when he knew that women liked him, just as many actors find their most ardent vein when they sense that they have cast their spell over the audience, the breathing mass of spectators before them. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

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I find fragrance to be such a mood enhancer and definitely a seduction tool. ↗

— Christina Aguilera

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In marketing you must choose between boredom, shouting and seduction. Which do you want? ↗

— Roy H. Williams

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Attraction The whites of his eyes pull me like moons. He smiles. I believe his face. Already my body slips down in the chair: I recline on my side, offering peeled grapes. I can taste his tongue in my mouth whenever he speaks. I suspect he lies. But my body oils itself loose. When he gets up to fix a drink my legs like derricks hoist me off the seat. I am thirsty, it seams. Already I see the seduction far off in the distance like a large tree dwarfed by a rise in the road. I put away objections as quietly as quilts. Already I explain to myself how marriages are broken-- accidentally, like arms or legs. ↗

— Enid Shomer

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