Sweet seduction in a magazine2/24/2023 ![]() Then I would break into his deepest vault, steal all his emotional currency and spend it on myself. I would plan the heist for months, scouting out the target, looking for unguarded entries. Seduction was never a casual sport for me it was more like a heist, adrenalizing and urgent. Seduction is the art of coercing somebody to desire you, of orchestrating somebody else’s longings to suit your own hungry agenda. Sex was just the gateway drug for me, a portal to the much higher high I was really after, which was seduction. I wasn’t exactly seeking love, either, regardless of what I might have claimed. ![]() I often traded good men for bad ones character didn’t much matter to me. I can’t say that I was always looking for a better man. Relationships overlapped, and those overlaps were always marked by exhausting theatricality: sobbing arguments, shaming confrontations, broken hearts. ![]() You might have called me a serial monogamist, except that I was never exactly monogamous. ![]() In between, I careened from one intimate entanglement to the next - dozens of them - without so much as a day off between romances. It started with a boy I met at summer camp and ended with the man for whom I left my first husband. ![]()
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