The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch - Sex Stories

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... good story. I got one.” One of the other customers whistled to catch everybody's attention to the bar. “Listen up, everyone! We've finally got someone telling his story at the bar tonight!” he shouted to draw more listeners. Before long, a little crowd had settled around the young man sitting at the bar. He heard many requests to make it kinky and dirty. He surely did not have an issue regarding that matter. He smiled, sighed, and took a deep breath before beginning his story. “My story takes place a few years back...” ---------------- It started with an innocent walk home after a company dinner. I can't recall what we were celebrating. A new boss, an older member retiring, or maybe it was the company's Christmas party? Had to be that, since it was in the middle of December. I had kind of not really thought of any good plan on when or how to leave and getting back home. I just left at some point before I knew everyone was getting pretty much plastered and tiresome to hang around with. Just not my kind of evening. I mean... Nothing against a decent buzz as long as one can keep their shit together. Another friend who left early gave me a ride to the bus station. I only realized I had missed the bus by a mere two minutes as my friend had already left. The next bus? Not before one in the morning, which meant another hour and a half to kill. As I already said: I had not lost a thought on how to get back home. The night, however, was really mild for mid-December. Even though I ...

... only had my favorite zipper hoodie for a jacket, I felt pretty warm. Screw it, I thought. I'll just walk home. What was it? Two miles? I knew the way along the woods like the back of my hand. Many had been the times I had taken this way to get home. A beautiful road along the woods, almost romantic, only lit by the moonlight. No streetlamps. A good three quarters of an hour of time to lose myself in my thoughts. Funny thing is that my thoughts instantly traveled to my ex-girlfriend, Emanuelle. Oh, Emanuelle... What great experience we had shared together... Just the mere thought of it makes me dream again... We had taken that vrey stroll home countless times during warm summer nights. I also remembered the time she merely saw the nice friend who walks you home in me. That was before we were together. Why would I do that, you may wonder. We just lived five minutes minutes apart, by foot that is – practically neighbors – and she was that kind of girl you wouldn't let walk home in the dark alone. See what I mean? That was until one day our good night hug routine became more than just a formality between friends. One of these nights, she wouldn't let go off me, and, well, I wouldn't let go either. Our warm embrace felt like... like... coming home, yeah that's what it felt like. Can't find another way to describe it. And after what felt like forever, our embrace turned into a shy kiss. A shy kiss turned into a more daring kiss. A more daring kiss turned into curiosity, and curiosity ...