Femme Fatale Playbook: How To Be More Charming & Charismatic

Learn To Be Comfortable In Your Own Skin: Confidence and self-awareness are two of the most magnetic traits someone can possess. Accept yourself for who you are. Don't feel ashamed of your personality, quirks, values, passions, etc. Uniqueness makes the world go round. Accepting that we're all different vs. superior/inferior to others is an important life lesson that draws others to you and makes them excited to connect with you.

Remain Interested To Become Interesting: Listen more than you speak. We have two ears and one mouth for a reason. Keep (a reasonable, non-staring amount of) eye contact. Nod and smile to acknowledge that you're actively listening to the other person as they're speaking. Ask follow-up questions. Keep your mind and questions open-ended. Become fascinated with what makes other people tick.

Learn To Speak Your Truth Without Providing Unsolicited Advice: Blindly agreeing to everything someone says sounds disingenuous and makes you appear untrustworthy. Accept that a healthy person will respect your individuality, honesty, and having your own opinions based on your personal life experiences. However, there's a difference between having an incompatible view and forcing your values or desire onto another person. If someone wants your opinion, they're likely to ask you directly for advice on a situation. If you feel the need to chime in, ask for the green light before stating your take on a situation (outside of emergencies or dangerous situations, of course).

Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously: Embrace your sense of humor (appropriately). Be playful. Operating like an emotionless robot is off-putting and makes everyone feel uncomfortable (including yourself). A subtle joke or clever comment can break the ice and relieve any social tension.

Remember Small Details; Initiate Thoughtful Follow-Ups: People feel seen and heard when you remember small details about what they say – their likes, dislikes, plans for the rest of the week, a big project at work, something going on with their family, friends, pets, etc. Actively listening to your conversation partners will allow you to remember the small details about those you speak with and makes others feel more appreciated by/connected to you. Asking how someone's trip to that new city, a casual review of a hot new local restaurant, the status of a work project, or surface-level personal matter will make you memorable and, therefore, more charming and charismatic.

“mmm... hearing a lot of words and all of them seem to be related to a ‘you’ problem so... i’m just gonna head.”

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“ okay — how’d you even hear about that ? ” / @seducteurs​

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“of course i’m happy for you.”  couldn’t look less happy for someone if he tried.  “your new boyfriend seems like a great guy.”

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“i swear, i didn’t touch anything. i came in and it was already like this.” jesse wasn’t making much of a case for himself, speaking up the moment she stepped into the room, but he wasn’t lying. 

        closed starter for @seducteurs​ / loosely based on.

          “what the fuck? who the fuck are you?” after her second failed marriage (and none of them with prenups), kobie had opted for one of the nicest rooms in the hotel for her younger sister’s bachelorette party. what she didn’t expect was a goddamn moocher. “how the fuck did you get in here? are you some sexy, secret spy trying to rob me? ‘cause i think you tripped and fell into my robe and into my bed.” 

SWIPI : soyez des séducteurs dans l’âme

Messieurs ! Sur SWIPI, vous devez courtiser l’élue de votre cœur. En effet, ce sont les demoiselles qui envoient les demandes d’amis, donc, vous allez devoir redoubler d’efforts pour vous faire remarquer. Démarquez-vous à travers vos stories photos en postant des images tape-à-l’œil.

@seducteurs​​, — oliver

      in what oliver was considering to be his quarter life crisis, he felt as though all the years he’s spent on this earth thus far had amounted to nothing. he’d been working as a copywriter for years since graduating top of his class with a degree in liberal arts, but the longer he sat behind his computer screen and spewed work for a voice that was not his own, the less invested in his own future he became. he’d never imagined himself here, though. growing up with a scottish mother and a sicilian father, religion was always something that lingered in his household though the young creative never thought much about it. he’d just ooh and ahh at the trinkets his father would bring home from the motherland, bits and bobs and even at one point, a rosary said to have been touched to the last known piece of the cross jesus himself was crucified to. surely as a child this seemed massive to him, but the novelty of it all wore off when the soft spot on his head began to form up and he was able to see it all through a much larger lens than the one his parents curated for him. 

      why religion, then, if it was now seen to the writer as fallacies from generations past simply looking for something to believe in? that was exactly it. he could make nice and wear the cassok robes with his little clerical collar and bow his head during sermons and tell those who instill their faith and trust in him to reroute it to the big guy in the sky, but oliver’s real interest lied within watching people fall to their knees all because they believed in something so wholly. his mode of thinking was maybe if he’d spend a year or two doing this, either he’d learn to believe in himself and his talents or maybe it’d all make for a good tell-all. i spent two years in a scottish monastery and all i got was this stupid collar. 

      something he hadn’t accounted for was the actual attendees of the church wanting to welcome the new young, american priest into the communities and in this case - their homes. he didn’t know what to expect from the dinner but he could lead a prayer over a roast dinner and some red wine, spouting off the same three tales from the bible he’s sure anyone in the city of glasgow could recite at this point. nerves all but simmer when the room he was hoping was the bathroom was occupied by who only assumed could be shiela’s daughter that she’d mentioned was visiting. despite being surrounded by the accent all day, he found it interesting the way the rugged tone seemed to stop there, not at all matching the redhead who stood before him. a few beats pass as if to listen for any other movement in the house before he’s settling his frame further into the room, watching as a plume of smoke nearly dances from the window along with the chilly winter breeze. “i’d actually love a drag, if you could spare it.” he says finally, aware that it was a frowned upon habit that he missed sorely. “and it’s not exactly allowed. sort of a hush-hush thing if you choose to indulge.” he answers her question before finally closing the door behind him. “i take it you’re faye? your mother has told me a lot about you. she seems really excited that you’re here. i’m oliver.” a hand extends to meet hers in a shake. 

          American? That was...kind of funny in her mind. Wasn’t what she was expecting, far from it, Irish, perhaps, he had the dark hair coloring of an Irishman, but American? Jesus wept. Though she had made the offer, she didn’t quite expect him to take her up on it. Faye was looking more for a bit of shock, offense, something to tickle and amuse herself with. But he was rather calm about it, even meeting her tone. That was...different. This was...disappointing. If she couldn’t shock a priest, what was the damn point? She wouldn’t give up, though, stubborn to a fault. “I thought your lot gave up on indulgences, though,” she started, digging into her bag near her, the pack of cigarettes taken out. “Won’t that, uh, put you down a few points with...” Her words trailing off, pointing the cigarette she pulled out for him upwards, pretty sure she didn’t have to go out and say it completely. Clearly they both knew who they were talking about. Giving a shrug, she added, “That’s what the nuns in school told me, anyway. Or rather... Any indulgence that would give you absolute pleasure will surely send you down the path to eternal flames and damnation. Cheerful lot,” she ended with a raised brow, partaking in her cigarette once again, just past the halfway mark, blowing the smoke out the window once again.

          She didn’t hand it to him just yet, keeping the unlit one in her other hand, but she moved further along the wall, giving him room to sit and join in the sneaky smoke out the window action if he so desired. A chuckle rolling forth, giving a confirming nod, “Aye, yeah, that’s me. Well, I’m the only child, so, had to be.” A little bit of a sigh escaping her, “Though, if my ma was talkin’ to you ‘bout me... I’m guessin’ it’s more of the fact that I’m terminally single and probably lookin’ to get shacked up with a nice Catholic...” Her words paused just a bit, looking at him with a slight smirk on her face, “...Scottish man, well to do, will take care of me while I can still give ‘im lots and lots of Scottish babies and the whole lot...” Pointing toward him, “I’m guessin’ you or your church rather is havin’ some like, I dunno, mixer or somethin’ that you’ll talk my ear off and persuade me to attend. That’s my guess, but if I’ve got it wrong...” She shrugged, “I dunno, but that seems to be her focus ‘bout me these days. She mention I’m a journalist? I’m quite good.”

          Faye and Sheila Brookes always had quite the complicated relationship. Volatile at times, mainly just frustrating, though she knew her mother worked from a place of love, it was just always...misplaced. “Anyway, nice to meet you, Oliver. So... How long has the Scottish monastery like... Just accepted Americans within their flock?” A laugh escaping her, shaking her head, “Sorry, thought I could get past it, but, hearin’ you talk... It’s not bad, it’s just... How does that work, like... Were you already livin’ here when you decided to become a priest, heard your callin’, whatever it is or... I don’t understand. Like I said, I’m a journalist, I ask to know things, so...” Gesturing toward him, a laugh escaping her, “Like.... How?” Her mind went back to the cigarette in both her hands, one lit, halfway done and christened by her lips — and the other unlit, void of the taste of her mouth. She put forward the unlit one, then held it back. “You said you wanted a drag... Were you lookin’ to have one all your own or just...” Holding up her lit one, offering it as well, “Just one puff to ease the need to indulge? Your pick, doubt I can deny a holy man of anythin’, surely against the rules.”

Femme Fatale Guide: How To Build Steamy Sexual Tension With Any (Potential) Lover

Whether you're seeking to ignite a new flame or rekindle the hot-and-heavy passion in your long-term relationship, here are some must-know tips, tricks, and spicy strategies to build sexual tension with any prospective or reliable lover.

Set The Stage: Create a date night (or daytime) atmosphere that sets the mood. This could be a nice meal or a glass of wine in a candlelight setting or dim lighting with sensual music and plush seating or pillows. Dress to impress in an outfit/hair & glam look that makes you feel like the hottest person in the room. Wear your hottest matching lingerie underneath your outfit paired with a seductive perfume and/or scented lotions & hair mist. Feeling clean & well-groomed also helps get both of you in the mood.

Master The Art of Direct Eye-Contact: Convey confidence and show your partner they have your full attention. Maintain strong eye contact when they speak. Allow it to linger a bit longer and during natural conversational silences to build tension stronger than the curl of your lashes.

Embrace Seductive Body Language: Look up at them from a downward gaze, twirl your hair, subtly touch, bite, or lick your lips, and offer suggestive side glances/look away every now and then throughout your conversation. Lather your hands in an upward motion (as you would with soap) as your (prospective) partner is speaking during this tension-building interaction. Touch the nape of your neck or collarbones as they speak.

Tease with Playful Touch: Break the physical barrier with a subtle touch on the shoulder, thigh, knee, or with your foot (either under a table or while next to each other). Allow your partner to exchange the favor before becoming more frequent with your subtly handsy advances. Once this level of comfort is well-established work your way inward with your hand or foot placements to initiate the desired hot-and-heavy tension.

Ask Engaging Questions. Dive Deep: Inquire about their day, highlights of the week, plans they're looking forward to, their hobbies, interests, favorite books, foods, places they've traveled to, important people in their life, experiences that hold significance in their heart/mind, dreams, places they want to travel to, and goals for the future. Listen intently and follow up with thoughtful questions to get to understand their emotive experience/learn more about who this person is at their core. Stimulate the most influential sex organ – it will always be the mind.

Get Creative with (Subtle) Innuendo: Find flirty ways to subtly include naughty comments or insights in your more colloquial conversations. Be clever, not overt and crass with your approach. References to food, music, travel, style, movies/theatrics all work well to showcase your intellectual and sexual prowess.

Use Your Body As A Conversation Starter or Discussion Topic: The fit or feel of your outfit, the softness of your hair, smoothness, and the scent of your skin. Allow the other person to anticipate and fantasize about the outcome of this interaction – what it would feel like to fully interact with these belongings or elements of your being as the conversation gets steamy and things become hot and heavy.

Relish in the Seduction. Enjoy The Slow Burn: Don't try to rush or force the sexual tension. Allow it to build slowly throughout a conversation or evening. Change up the pace of your conversation – embrace moments of intense conversation, lingering pauses, and intense sexual tension (from either your dialogue, touch, or an undescribable burning desire that feels like it could be cut with a knife due to your relational chemistry)

Leverage Flirty & Dirty Talk via Text: For when you can't be together in IRL, a sexy text can immediately build tension. Share some of the dirty thoughts you're thinking about them, flashbacks to any memorably hot experiences between you two, things you want to do with them later, any sexual innuendos that have you thinking of them throughout your day or week, a sexy song lyric, fantasies you want to explore with them, etc.

Embrace the journey and sensory exploration. Don't focus too much on the outcome. Enjoy the ride of learning about each other's sexual turn-ons, fantasies, bodies, and communication styles. Don't rush. Think of it like a game where neither player can lose. Explore the depths of each other's minds while allowing this submission to overtake your bodies. Remember it's all in the tease.

“and... you’re sure you’re okay with me going out with them? because it might mean i have less time to hang out on the weekends.” 

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“ you’re trespassin’ on private property right now. what do you want ? ” / @seducteurs​

CLOSED  STARTER  FOR  @seducteurs​ !

“you know what i think? i think you keep lookin’ at me like i’m some kind of... project. some problem you have to solve. and i think that’s bullshit.”

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“no, i mean it, i do.” dakota’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “you know, i just hate his fucking guts, or whatever. just think he’s the worst person in the world, but i’m happy for you.” how long, exactly, could he pretend he was joking?

@seducteurs​​

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alana still wasn’t sold on what cassius had just revealed to her. could it be true? they were soulmates, and while he never aged, she lived and died lifetime after lifetime just for him to find her again? how tragic. he leaves her side and she watches intently as he brings over a scrapbook, flipping through pages with images that seem so foreign but somehow cause a wave of deja vu to wash over her. “well, that bit sounds like me.” she laughs at the thought of quite literally arming him with something simple and concrete to convince her, given that it’s incredibly likely she’s stubborn as all hell in any lifetime. she reaches to flip through some of the pages, gazing at their photographs with wide eyes. “this… would explain why i felt as though i’ve known you all my life. i… came to the realization one of the nights we went out. but it wasn’t in, like, a soulmate kinda way. just thought maybe we’d slept together and were too drunk to recall.” her gaze finally lifts to meet his, to overlook his features - really look at them - and she sighs. “is it exhausting? finding me time and time again?”

there is an ache in his chest that accompanies her laugh ( her up bringing and personality might vary from life to life, but there are countless things that reminds him of what they once had — makes him hope for what they might have now ). allowing the freedom to pursue through the book, cassius finds himself biting his tongue to prevent himself from offering the backstory that accompanies each imagine, knowing the time for stories will come at some point ( just not right now ). “that’s how you’ve described it before — like we’d met before and your mind was trying to drudge up the memory but it was too hazy to recall with any clarity.” granted, the sleeping with someone and being too drunk to recall was a new one, and brought amusement to his gaze. “no,” he admits, knowing his connection to his humanity remains because of her. “this existence would feel rather endless without you. we gravitate together and don’t meet every life time, but it is something for me to look forward to.”