My Life as a Seductress

My Life as a Seductress

I spent more than twenty years of my life seducing men for personal benefit. In all that time, I never once met a man that I couldn’t seduce. From the unsuspecting novice, to the playa-playa, to the street thug, to the suit-n-tie, to the Bible thumping, tongue-talking preacher. All fell to the wiles of a woman. You see, I learned at an early age that a woman possesses an uncanny ability to influence a man. Although many women know they possess this ability, few know the actual power of it and even fewer know how to cultivate it to such a degree that it becomes an art form. I was one of these few, but I was not alone.

History reveals that a great company of women that have gone on before me also knew, understood and cultivated the art of seduction. Women such as Cleopatra, Mae West, Helen of Troy, Violet Woodhouse, Marilyn Monroe and the very first woman herself, Eve. I have long joked that it was the persuasive ability of Eve that led Adam to blatantly disobey the very Voice of God. And like several women that have gone on before me, I too was a seductress, skilled in the art of seduction.

But, what does it mean to seduce a man? Both men and women alike believe it has much to do about sex, but seduction goes much beyond a romp in the sack. Getting a man in the sac is a simple feat. Men are very visual, very physical creatures. An average looking woman, a nice outfit and heels, some captivating perfume and their juices are flowing and their attention has been secured. However, if a woman is to truly seduce a man, if she is to move him beyond the point of treating her like something other than just a piece of ass and to a point of being easily influenced, easily persuaded by her, she has to first get inside his head. Herein is where my skills lied.

I am unsure as to how or why, but the game of seduction came extremely natural for me. For as long as I can remember, I have always had a knack for knowing just how to push the right buttons on a man. From the tender age of ten, I can remember being an extremely deceptive, conniving and manipulative little girl. I could always talk the boys in the neighborhood into almost anything. By the time I was fifteen years old, I was influencing men twice my age. By nineteen, I was well on my way to mastering the game. By twenty-one, I was a menace to society.

During this time, what I called my practice years, I attracted men like a magnet. It was as if fate herself was telling me that seducing men was my calling in life. A girlfriend of mine use to say that I must have let off some type of pheromone that caused men to be attracted to me because after all, according to her, “I was cute, but I wasn’t all that.” And perhaps I wasn’t, but I ran more game and played with more hearts than I care to admit. I destroyed relationships, wrecked homes and ruined a lot of good men and their wives from ever being able to fully trust again and I did it unashamedly.

I figured if a man was stupid enough to fall for the game then that was his problem, not mine. If he happen to have a girlfriend or a wife that got caught up in the crossfire then so be it, charge it to the game. In my mind, the men were weak for not realizing they were being played and the women weren’t handling their business at home. So why was that my problem? If they were in tune with their man and taking care of him as they should have been, then I would have never been able to get to him in the first place. That was my rationale, it allowed me to justify my behavior and to not feel anything. Emotions always had to take a backseat in the game of seduction.

Seduction was always about winning and gaining at any cost. I never stopped to consider anyone’s feelings or the consequences of my actions. That was, until the game visited and devastated my own house. Little did I suspect that one of the only men that I have ever genuinely loved – my son, would fall prey to the touch of a scandalous woman. Perhaps I should have instructed him in the ways of the game instead of assuming that he knew. Would things have possibly turned out differently?

His experience left him devastated and heartbroken. He went through a series of emotional ups and downs that was painful to witness. What was this, heartbreak? I had never seen this side of the game. I had never allowed myself to think about the devastation that I was causing in the lives of others, but now I could no longer run from it. I had come face to face with the devastation. The experience affected me in a way that was least expected. I became overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame and for the first time in twenty-two years, I no longer wanted to be the person I saw in the mirror. I wanted to make a change.

Changing who I had been for more than twenty years would prove more difficult than I had imagined. Old habits have a way of dying extremely hard. For five years, I fought an inner battle with the person I had been and the person I was trying to become. Although I lost several battles along the way, I eventually emerged as a new creature. One that had a different perspective of individuals and a different perspective of life.

I have since spent the last few years of my life attempting to make amends. Though I know that I can never take back the devastation I caused in so many lives, I can move forward in such a way that I may prevent someone else life from being impacted negatively by offering up my experiences as advice to all those who will listen. Telling my story is my attempt to do just that.

It is my hope that my story will in some way enlighten both men and women to the games played by scandalous women and cause them to be a little wiser than they were before they read it. May no one ever experience the pain, the heartbreak my son felt or the countless men and women I destroyed because their paths crossed the likes of a scandalous woman.

To Be Continued…