The Goth Persuasion - Sex Stories

The Goth Persuasion

&#034Hey, we're leaving Facebook for a little while. John needs to clear his head and I figured I might do the same!&#034 That was the message in my inbox that morning right along with Debbie's phone number. Out of habit I typed it into my phone and then sent her a message to let her know it was me. Oh and shall I add to this little opening nugget of information that we spent the night before talking about sex and the fact that she wasn't getting it anymore? Debbie was a 30 year old brunette shorty, skin as white as cream and with the body of a pixie, if you can imagine that. She was a goth - tattooed, corseted and booted when she wasn't just sporting the usual rock and metal t-shirts on top of short skirts - but not of the social variety. A happy home life was her thing. It just never stopped her from being as she wanted to be. She wasn't the type of girl whose body screamed sex, either, but on the inside she was screaming exactly that and lamenting its absence in her life. Her long-term boyfriend wasn't a sexual creature. He had two k**s and seemed put off by that and the fact that he drank enough alcohol to numb a lot more than his mind. I really don't know how it happened to be me that she started to confide in. I guess it was because I had no social filters and therefore nothing I wouldn't talk about. You probably know how the whole texting thing goes, too. At least I'm assuming. You know it's going that way and when you like people enough to at least attempt to ...

... respect what they have going for themselves, you try to push it to the back of your mind. That might be you. When the b**st wants to come out to play, however, that is not me. I will push things to see where they will go, or sometimes I will play the innocent one and lend a helping hand in the right direction, such as when we started talking about what Debbie liked to do to coerce John into the bedroom when the k**s were at their mother's. She showed me a photo of her lying on the bed in a black ballerina skirt and her breasts heaving up through a black top as a black corset squeezed her hips. I thought that the New Rock boots didn't really do it for me personally but I had to wonder what the hell was going through John's head when he couldn't get turned on by this. Debbie played with herself a lot. She had a few toys but she prefered to feel the heat and wetness against her hand. This I know because there was nothing she didn't tell me by text over the following weeks. And my god did she tell me to no end how she got off so easily on being pounded from behind - her very own words. Nothing was a surprise to me, however I just found myself going along with it, spurned on by the lack of sex in my own life and I'd be lying if my daydreams didn't become better wank material during that time. How I held back from showing her a dick pic after telling her about my own talents was beyond me. I just thought that I was doing no wrong so long as I didn't push her to dare herself... Well that ...