Molten Core - Sex Stories

Molten Core

... curved ones and ramrod straight ones. They were highlighted in cases and on shelves all over the room. There wasn't a single place Eve could look and not see beautiful, colorful, obviously sexual pieces of shaped glass. “Um. My favorite?” She didn't know why she was so flustered. People asked her that question all the time. She could always answer with a straight face, but this man had her babbling. “Yes, Eve. Your favorite.” He waited patiently. Eve had an answer. She did. She just suddenly felt extremely bashful about sharing it. What was it about this man that made her want to sit up and beg? Taking a quiet breath, she once again tried to dispel the ever increasing sensuality threatening to turn her into a stuttering idiot. Looking down into the display case she stood behind, she pointed at a rather fanciful piece. It was a slightly curved column, perhaps five or six inches in circumference, that had been twisted into tight, even ridges the entire way up. The head of the glass cock was decidedly penis shaped and significantly wider than the column. The overhanging lip promised a smooth ledge that quite delightfully massaged just the right spot. Her cheeks felt as if they glowed when she said, “Th-this one.” Eve heard James take slow, measured steps to the display case, then saw his hand come to rest mere centimeters from hers. His index finger lengthened, then trailed a sizzling line down the length of her thumb before gently tapping the glass just over the piece she'd ...

... indicated. “That one there?” he asked. She'd gone mute. Turning her eyes up to meet his, she gulped and nodded slowly. James leaned in over the display case, his eyes seeming to touch every curve and plane of her face. Eve wasn't aware of turning her face up, of parting her lips on a soft exhale as he came closer. She was entirely entranced by this incredibly enigmatic and sexual man. “Eve,” he said softly. His breath trailed over her parted lips, and she shivered. God help her, but she wanted this man. She wanted him right now. Eve didn't think she could want him any more strongly, but he surprised a gasp out of her when he said, “Show me why it's your favorite.” She blinked, her mouth opening and closing as if to say something. The quickly deteriorating voice of reason in her head told her she should be incensed. Instead, Eve felt her core pulse, delivering an instant gush to wet and prepare her to comply with James' very unorthodox request. James moved then, trailing his fingertips up her arm, across her shoulder. Cupping the nape of Eve's neck, he tugged her to him, avoiding her lips by mere centimeters to trail his mouth across her cheek and to her ear. He whispered, “I want you to... demonstrate... for me, Eve. I want to see for myself why this particular cock is your favorite.” Eve moaned softly, her entire body quivering in response to his words. Her eyes fluttered as his lips continued to caress the skin just beneath her ear, his hand gently massaging the back of her ...