Exquisite - Sex Stories

Exquisite

The fuzziness of her dreams begin to fade away as the sunlight filters in from the partially shuttered window. Shelly slowly rolls away from the light struggling to pull the room into focus as the dew clears from her opening eyes. The sights are familiar and comforting. Portraits of her family and friends hang on the wall across from her. Beneath them, her collection of perfume bottles cluttered the dresser. Everything is correct...except for the smell. As she took her first deep breath of the morning, the smell assaults her senses. It is rich odor of sweat and sex. As sweet stench of coitus permeates her nose, the memories of last night came rushing back to her. Shelly bolted up in bed, the sheets falling away from her naked body. Frantic, she scans the room patting the ruffled comforter on her bed. I'm gone...She looks over at her clock radio noticing my mask sitting next to it. It is my Devil mask - a simple camouflage made of paper covered in red sequins with two short burgundy horns protruding up out of the sides. She picked it up turning it over. Inside is a note scribbled in Sharpie: Next time no masks - 793-1122 - John So that was his name. She simply called me her dark prince all night. Shelly's eyes scanned back towards the bed and over the pillows. Her white feathered mask lay crumpled next to her pillow. It must've come off while she slept - or so she hoped. Shelly fell back onto the bed, breathing in the still pungent odor wafting up from the scattered stained ...

... sheets. She still smells me, my lingering presence sent the memories of last night rushing back into her mind. How had she, a self proclaimed "good girl" let this happen? A harmless night tagging along with her friend had led Shelly to me. She committed herself to having a couple drinks and then getting herself home and into bed at a reasonable hour. But then she knew simply by the way I carried myself as I approached her, that her fate that night was no longer in her hands...I had captivated her in So many Ways. The soft deep sound of my voice resonates within her. My gaze burns her cheeks with hot desire. My strong gentle touch forcing her body to ignite leaving her to tremble long after I left. Shelly called " John, I miss you. My thoughts are of you, I'm craving to feel your touch, to feel your cock inside me. I'm hungry for raw primal sex with you again." I replied; Come for dinner tonight at 7. Shelly arrived at my compound, I shooed her upstairs to the bathroom where she found my deep two-person tub filled to the rim with a hot sweet scented bubble bath and the room is lit with flickering candles. On the counter, I laid out a long silk robe with only a silk sash to hold it closed. There is a note beside the robe as well as one long stemmed deep red rose and an open bottle of her favorite wine and a crystal wine goblet. The note read: 'Relax in your luxury spa, my darling, while I prepare a feast fit for my princess. I will call you with time to spare to dry and prepare ...