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

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... sexual desires. I knew she could. She sat down on the bed, and patted the free spot on the mattress for me to join. I licked my lips and excused myself to the bathroom. At least my mouth still worked properly. Having excused myself, I was forced to actually go to the bathroom so I wouldn't create an awkward situation. I closed the bathroom door behind me, leaned with my back to it, and slowly sat down on the floor. I kneaded the root of my nose with my index and my thumb. I mumbled some gibberish – nothing really important, though. What was I supposed to do? I needed to figure something out, and I needed to do it fast! I got back on my feet. I leaned over the sink, turned the cold water on, and looked at myself in the mirror, before I splashed some of the icy water in my face. It cleared my thoughts a bit, woke me up a little. Still without a real plan, I stepped back into Emanuelle's room. Nevertheless, my mind was set. I was determined to leave her, no matter how. Fate, however, turned out to be a generous friend this time. As I approached the bed, I heard her snoring . She had fallen asleep while I had been trying to clear that mist in my head. The alcohol, no doubt. So easy. So goddamn fucking easy. I had to contain myself from bursting out in laughter. I stepped out of her bedroom, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Phew! ---------------- “Wait... what?!” one of the listeners shot in to interrupt Dan's narration, “you let her go? Just like that?” Another listener ...

... intervened before Dan could reply: “Let him tell the story already!” “He's got a point, I guess,” Dan stated, “so, tell me: what would you have done?” “I would have fucked her, and dumped her the very next day. C'mon, man, she deserved no different, right?” Dan took a sip of his beer. A few peanut curls were shoved into his mouth. He nodded while chewing on them. “Sure. I think any of us would have done this if it wasn't for Emanuelle, see? She's more the kind of girl who can't stand resistance against her charms. Plus... as I said: fate turned out to be an outstandingly generous friend that time. My revenge was better than just dumping her. Just you wait. Dan paused to take his breath before resuming his story: “So... where was I...? Ah, yeah! So I was standing there in the hallway when...” ---------------- ...another door cracked open. It was dark, so my eyes needed a while to adjust to the unfavorable lighting conditions. The first thing I could make out was a pair of crossed legs – female legs. A little further up, the hem of a thin, white nightgown covered the thighs that belonged to that pair of legs. Even further up, I saw a body, leaning to a door frame, a smile with eyes half closed, and a pair of ample breasts, nipples poking through the sheer fabric of the nightgown. It was Sheryl, Emanuelle's mother. Let me tell you something about Sheryl before I go on with my little story, okay? She's worth the description, trust me. Oh yeah, I can see you guys already grinning. Let's ...