Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... has been a while since anyone has bought you a drink or turned your head the way he has already, but your smile fades as you see the empty stool where he was sat. You look back at the barman, perhaps saddened a little. “Thank you” you say in all but a whisper and walk to the small ornate lift that will take you upwards to your room on the 6th floor. Wondering where the man went, a fleeting moment, but those eyes looking at you with such genuine warmth have had quite the effect. You shake your head disbelieving of your desire building inside you as the doors open and taxi you skyward to the shower you so desperately want, if not need right now; maybe even a cold one. Standing in the lift, the journey seems to take an eternity and you can’t seem to get the image of the man from your mind, the desire to be seduced firmly planted it seems, perhaps taken, even used, hearing him tell you exactly what he wants to do with you over and over, no choices, played with intimately. You feel yourself getting wet and your clitoris demands attention, you close your eyes briefly and see him standing over you, wide shoulders taking up your field of vision as his hands come up your body, tactile, caressing your breasts, the thought of his mouth on your nipple, his fingertips stroking your throat and neck, and with that you feel the lift judder to a halt, the doors open and you breathe deeply, sucking in the warm humid air. The corridor is dimly lit as you step from the cage, walking the ...

... short distance to your room door, physically conscious at how wet you have become and the warm feeling of excitement flooding through you. You fumble with the key, letting yourself in, quickly dropping your heels to the soft carpeted floor before walking towards the low bed. You stop momentarily, sipping your ice cold drink in an attempt to cool your cravings and for a moment it seems to work, turning the air conditioning up, the swift gust of dry cold air hits you, making your nipples stand proud and you ache to have his mouth on them, biting not too gently, the rough pads of his tongue stroking you. You relax for a moment on the deep soft cushions of the sofa, clicking the remote control for the television, flicking through channels, random images of him flirting through your mind. You can’t seem to concentrate on any one program, your thoughts are clearly elsewhere, and he is planted firmly within them; you want his touch so much, too feel his arms embrace you tight, too pull you close in intimacy. You sink back and the material swathes around you, allowing you to break from the reality of work, the cold drink is in your hands and you slowly sip it, the ice cubes clinking loudly against the tall glass and you take one in your mouth, hoping it will suck the heat from you. You lift a leg up onto the bed, stretching, relaxing and for a moment your inhibitions begin to fall away, holding onto the glass of G&T as if it were a life line to the here and now, your other hand slowly ...