A Presence Felt - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 1

... now would he fully admit to himself how beautiful he found her, and how much he wanted her. He had always wanted her, he realized. "I think I've gotten a little too warm," he managed to say.

"I can open a window," Stella quickly offered.

Adrian shook his head, swallowing hard. "I should go." If he didn't leave now, he would pull her to him. He would abandon every moral and ethical principle he held dear. He tried to rush toward the doorway, but his steps were sluggish.

Stella was far faster, darting in front of him and blocking his path. "Please stay," she said, her eyes entreating. The sight of her tongue gliding over her bottom lip made him tremble. "Don't you want to stay here with me, Adrian?"

He felt like weeping from the effort it took to resist her. He wasn't strong enough; he already knew. "Yes," he breathed.

That single word, once uttered, served as an invitation to the being Adrian sensed on the periphery, waiting to claim him. He felt its twisted presence settling beneath his skin and taking up residence in his mind. Fighting back a rush of panic, he grew desperate to cast out the intruder. Stella cupped his face in her hands. She was a tall woman, only a couple of inches shorter than Adrian. Her stare was almost level with his as she asked, "Are you still with me, Adrian?" Whatever she saw in his eyes made her shake her head in disbelief. "Who are you?"

A wicked grin pulled at Adrian's lips. "You know who I am." His voice sounded strange to his ...

... ears. He heard her startled gasp, and he saw the recognition dawning on her features.

Then he lunged for her.

Stella didn't scream; she barely managed a cry before Adrian pressed his mouth to hers. That first kiss was so hard, it bordered on painful, with lips mashing against teeth. Stella yielded completely, for she understood what was happening even as Adrian's mind continued to reel from this new reality they now shared.

He tugged at her blouse, his insistent grip threatening to rip it open. "Wait!" she said.

Adrian let her wriggle from his grasp. He laughed softly while she struggled with the blouse's buttons. Growing impatient, he unfastened his pants and took out his cock. Stella made a sound like a whimper, her stare fixed on his erection. Adrian began stroking as he watched her undress. She was clumsy removing her pantyhose, snagging them in the process. Her simple white bra and panties made her appear so pure and virginal, but the entity now inside Adrian's body and mind, privy to his every thought and desire, knew Stella was far from innocent. Her hands now shook so violently that she fumbled with the bra's clasp.

"Be quick about it," Adrian snapped, "or I'll strip you myself."

Stella rushed to obey, and once the bra had fallen to the floor like discarded armor, Adrian allowed himself to stare at her bare breasts. They were perfect, he decided; small, firm mounds that would fit so nicely in his cupped palms. Her hard nipples were the enticing pink ...