Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... it's a look, for sure."

"He didn't care a bit. Then the boys wanted a bedtime story from all three of us, because obviously we were there just to see them."

"Of course!"

"We compromised. I read them one, and then Cam read a second while Frankie did the voices. Trouble is, all we could hear during their turn was increasingly hysterical laughter. Mandy had to go and settle them back down by the time the story was done."

"Typical Frankie. I've always liked him." I said.

"Well, Mandy's revenge was great. She came out and offered another coffee, glanced at Cam and really casually said she would get the scissors to cut the beads out before he went home. HIS FACE. Like, 'cut them, what do you mean cut them?' Total panic. Poor Cam."

"How are they fixed in?" I asked.

"Like clips. I don't think Cam was really paying attention to what Danny was doing. He was concentrating on the conversation. I suspect he struggles to follow me and Robbie a bit."

"He's lucky you weren't using the accent you did at the club. That was really hard."

David laughed, "Yea. I channel my Nan's Glaswegian at the club. It's like another mask, you know? And I don't really have to think about it."

Smiling I moved onto his lap and nuzzled into David's neck. "Without your fake accent I probably would have recognized you. I mean, I was imagining you were you the entire time."

"Really?" David's smile was delighted. And a little bit smug.

"Uh huh." I pressed soft kisses to David's ...

... throat as I moved my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists. David noticed, and I rolled my hips slightly as I felt his cock harden against me.

"Something you want from me?" he asked. His large hands gripping my wrists and holding me captive.

I rocked against him again and nodded. Licking my lips as David held me with one hand, his other gripping my head and pulling me down for a hard kiss.

"Actually, I have a surprise for you," David told me when he released my mouth.

"You do?"

"Hmmm. When we talked about what you regret about your knee injury. You said as well as not being able to dance, you missed being fucked into the mattress on your hands and knees."

I half laughed, I was starting to tremble a little. Being held in David's arms like this was so arousing.

But I remembered the conversation. We had discussed how it would work for us if David needed to dominate or I needed to sub. We had both had elements of that in previous relationships before, and found we were quickly on the same page.

Rough hungry sex is one thing. But in 'play' there are rules and they keep people safe. It can become a little more of a grey area when playing with a partner.

To keep things separate from the club, not that either of us had any current desire to go there. We decided that if and when we did play, David would be Sir, and I would be Toy. Neither of us liked the idea of Slave or Slut.

Toy was a little bit fun and a little bit objectifying, but also cheeky. Perfect ...