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

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... nothing to lose, as I had already wasted far too much effort to it three years before. So what should I say? It just came blurting out of me: “Now you go to bed, or I'll call the police. I swear I'll do that!” “Yeah? You'd do that?! And what are you going to say to them, Mr. oh-so-ballsy?!” “That you're trying to drag me into your bed against my will. I think the common expression for that is sexual harassment.” I saw a tear pop out of her eye and rolling down her cheek. That was the moment I realized I had apparently overstepped some kind of boundaries I hadn't been aware of. I took her in my arms. She sobbed, rubbed her cheek on my chest. What the hell was I actually doing? I should have let her cry alone in the dark. I should have gone home, turned my back on her. Yeah. Coulda, shoulda woulda... Instead, I promised her to put her to bed. Again: What the hell was I actually doing? Nice going, Dan, I thought. I got to admit, though, that our close embrace felt all to familiar, warm, intimate. The smell of her skin filled my nostrils as I dug my nose into her sandy blond hair. Again, I was experiencing this sensation of coming home while I saw the shell Emanuelle's shadow had laid over me over the years slowly cracking. It was hard to resist, to keep my fake badass attitude towards her. Her spell hit me again, bewitched me beyond confusion. What next? Oh man, I really had her thinking she had convinced me into getting laid. She led the way upstairs guiding me to her bedroom ...

... through this house that had once been like a second home to me. I was in real deep shit. How in the name of... had I gotten myself into this? But more importantly: how was I gonna get out of it? Shit! The sexual heat she emanated was filling the air, alluring my body, while a million reluctant thoughts raced through my fully alert mind, as to break free from her spell – in vain. My sheer willpower couldn't stand against these long forgotten memories of sublime carnal pleasure my body was about to re-experience after all these years of abstinence from her. Once the bedroom door closed, she started undressing herself, even giving me a little seductive show. She was very good at it. The sway of her hips, the sultry glances she threw me as she licked her lips, the way she ran her hands over her sides down to her thighs. Did she do this to her boyfriend as well? Did she tease him like she teased me? Or was she still in love with me? Or was it just her ritual to seduce another conquest? These questions stirred something in me, something weird, something sordid, yet twisted. I had to get out of this. The shadows of past events slowly came creeping back to me again. I wasn't looking at a former lover of mine. She had turned into a nymph, a demon... my demon. I desperately wanted to escape the room, leave, but my legs would not move an inch. Mouth open and dry; my eyes barely blinking, they drank in the sight of this temptress slowly blinding me with the promise to fulfill my deepest ...