The Man Of Sin: Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 7

... But this tension… “So… what was Rome like back then?” “Oh, it was wonderful. If you wanted to do something, you did it, and if you knew what you were doing, you could get whatever you want. It was like Sodom and Gomorrah but much classier. Getting drunk on rich wine and having orgies with the social elite. What a time to be alive. And that’s one.” Helena’s body turned to ice as she realized that her lips had curled into a small smile when he talked. The way he described it invoked a tiny giggle in her, but he caught it. He laughed at her embarrassment. “Relax, just enjoy yourself. Who knows? By the time the day is over, you might just end up looking forward to that kiss.” She scoffed and turned away. “Yeah right, you can’t fool me that easily.” “If you say so…” They stepped out into the sun and gazed out across the labyrinth remains of the Colosseum basement. “Yeah, not like the movie Gladiator, is it? Come on, let’s get a higher view.” They moved over to a nearby staircase leading up alongside the ancient seats. As they climbed the stares, Xavier removed his arm from around her, but surprised her by grasping her hand instead. He saw her blushing and cracked a grin. “Is this your first time holding hands with a guy?” “No, I’ve held hands with boys before!” “Anything before puberty and adults holding your hand don’t count.” “Considering your age, I guess this doesn’t count either!” Again surprising her, he began to laugh. “Ah, that’s what I wanted to hear, that spiteful ...

... tone, arrogant almost. You’re doing your best not to smile, but I can tell your ego is purring from that witty comeback. To be honest, that sounded less like you were talking to the man you hate and more like you were bickering with a childhood friend. You’re finally relaxing. Like I said, you’ve become used to having me around.” Helena’s face became red with embarrassment and anger, but she decided to just let him have the last word. Finally, they came to one of the upper levels, giving them a greater view of the great arena. “Can you smell it? The culture in the air? The history? Not to mention the long-gone sweat and blood…” “I’m surprised to hear you say something like that. I thought your goal was to destroy the world.” “No, just to rule it.” “And let me guess, you’d restore this place and start executing Christians like back in the good old days?” “Ok, THAT tone is far from your best quality. But speaking about the good old days, how about I show you what they were like?” Xavier placed his hand on the back of her head and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. All her muscles locked up and she felt something rush over her eyes like a liquid curtain. The world before her became pitch-black, but the darkness soon receded, and something new came. A tidal wave of sound washed over her, like the world beneath her feet was exploding. It was more than a choir, it was a terrestrial conglomerate of voices, cheering and screaming, with a secondary layer of clapping, and even ...