A Presence Felt - Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 3

Stella had insisted she wanted to give Adrian time to figure things out, and throughout the next week, he had plenty of opportunity to do just that, for she was all he thought about. During sessions with other clients, he remained distracted, and when he was alone in his apartment, he was either pacing the floor, drinking, or furiously masturbating. The urge to jerk off had grown almost compulsive. Even when he was spent and unable to climax again, his hand still strayed to his cock. He would languidly stroke himself while fantasizing about Stella.

Her usual appointment time, Thursday at five o'clock, came and went. He remained in his office alone for the entire hour, feeling her absence like a kind of grief. She hadn't called about a referral to another therapist, and he'd made no attempt to contact her. But his resolve, weak as it was, now crumbled. Adrian desperately needed her, he realized. He wanted more than anything to be with her again. And if it meant he had to give up his work as a therapist, then so be it. Long before he and Stella had become intimate, he'd considered pursuing another career. Perhaps teaching. Maybe this was the push he needed to make the change.

Adrian managed to wait until Friday evening before driving to Stella's house. He could only pray she was at home. His desire for her was so great that he didn't know how she couldn't sense it even with miles separating them. When the dwelling appeared in his headlights, he suppressed a shiver, but ...

... his uneasiness gave way to abject relief at the sight of Stella's car in the drive. Adrian quickly parked and then broke into a run, his hand trembling as he rang the doorbell.

Seconds passed, each one feeling interminable. Finally, Stella opened the door. She stood before him, wearing nothing but a slip. Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric. As soon as her eyes met Adrian's, she smiled. "I knew you'd come." Her voice was deeper, almost guttural. Adrian realized with a start that she was no longer entirely herself, yet he didn't flinch from that alien presence invading her body and mind.

"I needed to see you."

The living room behind Stella was steeped in shadows, and the only light within the house came from down the hall. She leaned against the doorway, slowly looking him up and down. The strap of her slip fell from her shoulder, revealing the top of her breast. "Once you step into this house, I'll have my way with you." Her words were like icy fingers trailing down Adrian's spine. "Is that what you want?"

Last week, Stella had promised that if Adrian returned to her house, they would avoid the spare bedroom. She clearly had a change of heart now that she'd surrendered control to the presence he and she both channeled within those four walls. Even before Adrian spoke, he knew he was willing to surrender control to her. "Yes," he said quietly. "That's what I want." No matter the consequences, he told himself.

Stella's smile widened to a grin. She stepped ...