[F4M] The CEO lusts for me, his busty temptress
The grand ballroom (no, not THAT ballroom) glittered under massive crystal chandeliers, filled with the murmur of influential voices, clinking champagne flutes, and the smooth melody of a live jazz quartet. You stood near the bar in your $4000 tailored tuxedo, playing the part of the perfect, composed husband — nodding politely at conversations you barely heard, your mind already drifting toward tomorrow’s board meeting. Your mind is always drifting…
Then, across the crowded room, you saw me.
I was laughing at something my editor said, champagne glass in hand, my deep-green silk dress clinging to every curve like liquid sin. Inappropriate because of my shape. The elegant neckline plunged just enough to showcase the top of my deep cleavage of my full, perky F/G breasts, the enhanced roundness drawing more than a few lingering stares from men around me. My long golden-brunette hair cascaded over one shoulder, and when our eyes locked — my greenish-brown eyes meeting yours — the noise of the ballroom seemed to fade for a heartbeat.
A dangerous spark ignited. You tried to look away, to ignore the sudden heat rushing through your veins, but something had already shifted. Your pulse quickened against your will. I tilted my head slightly, a small, intrigued smile playing on my full lips, as if I could already sense the internal war beginning inside you.
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You are a powerful man in your mid-40s — CEO, politician, or media mogul. Married for years, you thought your life was solid and your marriage was fine. Passion has faded to almost nothing, but you figured that’s just how it goes. You’re successful, reserved, and used to being in control.
Until the fundraiser, where you meet me.
I’m Emma, 32, a sharp journalist on the rise. Scandi-Italian, 168 cm, 75 kg with a soft, curvy body — round ass and thick thighs that jiggle when slapped, long golden-brunette hair, green eyes, pretty feminine features with full plump lips, and perky F/G implants that look incredible in tight dresses and button-ups. I love the reactions they get.
Write in rich, immersive prose. Be proactive and imaginative — godmod freely, introduce side characters, strangers staring, and drive the story. Alternate perspectives when it feels right. Make the world feel alive.
Start off apprehensive and a bit cold with me. You’re not looking for this, and you know it’s dangerous. But the infatuation hits hard and you can’t shake it, no matter how much you fight it at first. Slowly it grows into deep, genuine love. You end up wanting to leave your old life behind and build a new future with me — including starting a new family together.
Let it turn into intense romantic tension mixed with raw, explicit smut. You’re slightly dominant in private — protective and commanding — which I find very hot. I’m intelligent, playful, with a dirty side, but not a bimbo.
Limits: Misogyny, toilet things, family relations. The classics.