She soon started to come over to my desk for coffee breaks, and her body language became much more seductive, perching on the edge of the desk and leaning back with her legs that bit further apart. I could FEEL the pheromones emanating from her. It was definitely on.
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Hi, my name is Anja, I'm 28, English (though my dad is Danish), lesbian, and a self-confessed sex maniac. I don't have a regular girlfriend, because I don't think any one girl could keep up with my libido but I do have a couple of 'friends with benefits' who I have sex with on a fairly frequent basis. Convenient though this is, it's not enough to keep me satisfied, and I have become a kind of sexual predator, deliberately going out to pick up women for sex.
It's surprising how many women are up for it; I'm obviously lucky enough to have some kind of irresistible allure, and I have a lot of success. So much so that it has developed into a kind of game with me. An addictive one, I have to say. I've become very good at recognising the signals women give, and knowing very quickly whether it's on or not.
Of course, I am physically attractive, and very confident - this would never work otherwise - and I've honed my seduction skills to the point where almost any woman with the slightest lesbian or bi tendencies quickly becomes putty in my hands when I put my mind to seducing her.
The chemistry of sexual attraction is a fascinating thing, and I must give off some kind of animal magnetism or something. It can't just be the way I look; I'm slightly above average height (5'6") slim but with a nice peachy bum, and breasts that are only medium sized but very well-shaped. My nipples get really prominent when I'm turned on, and I often deliberately wear tops that show them off - I've found there are plenty of nipple loving gals out there.
My hair is a dark blonde, a bit below shoulder length, and slightly curly and I have various ways of wearing it, depending on my outfit and the look I'm trying to present. I definitely seem to have most success when I wear it loose though.
Facially, people tell me I'm jaw-dropping, I think mainly because I have striking ice-blue eyes, which a friend described as 'soul-piercing'. I also have high cheekbones, and a very sexy mouth, with lips that seem to pout without me even trying. With lipstick on, I'm a proper vamp. So, yes, I'm very lucky.
My predatory game first started at work; I work in a big office, where there are lots of women. There are men too, but with them I manage to radiate enough prickliness to get them to sod off quite quickly if they start getting too interested. They probably think I'm a right bitch, but I'm not really. Well, I am, but only with them, or with women who ask me to be...
When I first started work in that office, three years ago, I was like a kid in a sweetshop, eyeing up all the female talent on display. There were some who had their sexual shutters up of course -- in fact, some wore them like a suit of armour -- and there were some who just didn't interest me, but that still left a good half-dozen who were definitely maybe.
I was especially attracted to a woman called June. She was maybe 10 years older than me, but June still seemed a very old-fashioned name for her. She was, by all accounts, single - not divorced - single, which also seemed slightly odd for a very attractive woman in her thirties. I of course immediately wondered if she was lesbian, or bi.
She was a couple of inches taller than me and had a perfect hourglass figure, long brown hair, and a lovely smile. She always wore knee-length skirts -- which must have had weighted hems because they swung from side to side hypnotically when she walked -- and voluminous blouses which tantalisingly disguised her breasts.
I struck up a friendship with her, and I used to find excuses to visit her workstation so I could sit on her desk and give her some nice glimpses of my legs and my boobs. Unlike her, I didn't wear voluminous blouses. I wore figure-hugging tops with a sheer bra under them, so she soon had a very good idea what my breasts look like. I deliberately made suggestive comments about other women in the office, and gave her some of my best smouldering looks. I could tell she was mesmerised by my eyes; once or twice I noticed her staring into them, almost in a trance, and then turning away and blushing. I had her on the hook alright.
She soon started to come over to MY desk, for coffee breaks, and her body language became much more seductive, perching on the edge of the desk and leaning back with her legs that bit further apart. I could FEEL the pheromones emanating from her. It was definitely on.
One day, I noticed she had on a shorter, more hip-hugging skirt, and slightly higher heels, and that her subtle makeup was a little more noticeable. I sensed she he was on the prowl.
Sure enough, when she came over to my desk that day, bringing coffee, she had an air of resolve about her. She was business-like; a woman on a mission. She put the coffees down ('Aw, thanks June') then just asked me straight out if I wanted to go to dinner with her one night. I must have looked shocked (I was, a bit) and she just said 'Well, you're single, I'm single. Might be fun.'
'Yes, June, that would be great. What you doing tonight?' I don't believe in hanging about and I grabbed this opportunity gladly, with both hands. I'm pretty sure she didn't quite expect such an immediately positive response, but she went with it:
'Oo, er, nothing. Let's do it. Do you like Indian? Shall we meet at Saira's? It's quite near to me.' Luckily, she'd obviously done some pre-planning.
Saira's was a very well-respected Indian restaurant. I love Indian food, but I'd never been there so obviously I said yes.
'Great, I'll see you there at 8.'
Wow. It was such a buzz to get a result with June so quickly and I left the office early, giving her a wink as I walked past her desk on my way out, and dashed home excitedly to get myself ready. My knickers were already quite moist.
I made myself up in a very vampish style, with red lipstick, and mascara that made my eyes really pop. I was fairly certain by now that, like me, she appreciated a femme woman, and I wanted to look my most stunning for her. I also put on a super-sexy set of black underwear; very heavy on the lace, and complete with stockings and suspenders.
When I put on my sexiest lingerie, I always do it in front of the full-length mirror. I love the eroticism, and the exhibitionism, of watching myself getting ready. Ready for sex. I spend quite a long time, 'adjusting' things and getting them perfect, though truthfully, I'm just playing.
I topped all this sexiness off with a favourite above-the-knee pale blue dress, which almost matched the colour of my eyes, and hugged every curve of my body, and a pair of modestly high heels. I was hoping June would get to appreciate every single item before the night was over.
