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As I watched her from across the room, I couldn’t help but feel a longing for her. Her smooth skin, the way her curves hugged her curves the right way, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly when she smiled. She was the type of woman that could make a man’s heart race just by locking eyes with her. It wasn’t until after my wife and I had already left for the night that I realized what I would do to have her all to myself.

Her name was Melissa, she was the babysitter we had hired to watch our kids while we were out for our anniversary dinner. She was in her early twenties, and her short, blonde hair complimented the way she carried herself with such confidence. It wasn’t often that I felt so strongly about someone, but I knew that I had to have her.

As we drove home, I couldn’t help but think of methods to seduce her. I wanted to take her, make her mine, and never let her go. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to caress her curves, and taste her lips. The wondered of her consumed me, and I knew that I would do anything to make her mine.

When we arrived home, I immediately went to check on the kids. They were sound asleep, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that I decided that I would make my move. I went to the front door and locked it, then turned on the porch light. I wanted her to know that I was expecting her.

I poured myself a drink and sat in the living room, waiting for her. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew that I was about to do something that was completely unacceptable. But the desire was too strong. I could hear her footsteps approaching, and I took a deep breath to steady myself.

As she walked through the door, I could see the surprise and uncertainty in her eyes. She didn’t know what to expect, and part of me wanted to take benefit of that. I stood up and walked towards her, and she instinctively took a step back.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I took her hand and pulled her towards me, feeling the electricity between us. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, my lips just inches from hers. “I want you, Melissa.”

She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her. I pressed my body against hers, feeling the heat emanating from her. She was so close, so soft, so tantalizing. I leaned in and kissed her, feeling her lips part beneath mine.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her lips were so soft, yet so demanding. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me, feeling her body respond to mine. It was like we were both desperate for each other, unable to withstand the temptation.

As we kissed, I could feel myself growing harder and harder. I knew that I had to have her, that it was only a matter of time. I picked her up and carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. I kissed her again, more passionately this time, and undressed her slowly.

She was so gorgeous, so perfect, that it was almost too much to handle. I wanted to touch every inch of her, to explore every curve and crevice. I kissed her neck, her chest, her belly, feeling her shudder with pleasure beneath me.

I couldn’t withstand any longer. I pulled down my own pants and entered her, feeling the heat of her body. It was like nothing else in the world, a feeling of pure ecstasy and perfection. She moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my back as I moved deeper and deeper inside her.

It was like we were both lost in the moment, unable to control our desires. I could feel myself approaching the edge, and I knew that I was about to release. As we both reached climax together, I knew that I had made the right decision. For better or worse, the seduction of the babysitter had been successful.
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