The Infatuation Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Infatuation Part 1

... hunters. The storyline was not that good and was predictable, but the erotic scenes were great and detailed.

I was reading a particular scene where the vampire and her mortal lover were having a foursome. It was with a powerful male vampire and his male fairy servant, a fairy as in supernatural fairy, not a feminine male gay fairy; the cost of protection they needed from the vampire. Julian, the hermaphrodite vampire, was getting her ass fucked by the older, more powerful vampire while his fairy servant was fucking her pussy. Her lover was standing on the bed and she was sucking his cock. She was having a wonderful time.

I was running my hand sensually up and down my hard cock. I was not jerking off but enjoying the sensation of my fingers gently running up and down my average-sized penis. I had not had sex since I moved into my new house just over eight months before that day.

Before then I was having sex occasionally with a divorced, forty-two-year-old man who lived in the same apartment building I did. We met in the building’s gym. We didn’t go out on dates and he would fuck me about once or twice a month when he felt the need to satisfy his fetish of having sex with a transsexual. I would have preferred more and even dated him, but as they say, beggars can’t be choosers and I took what I could get to satisfy my sexual desires.

I masturbated, of course, and fucked my ass with a dildo on most occasions when I did, but I sure missed the real thing. I missed ...

... the touch of a man’s hands on my body, kissing him, sucking his cock, tasting his cum, lying next to him and cuddling after we fucked, and the overall human contact of a lover. I enjoy being romantic and affectionate with my lover.

After I finished reading the erotic passage in the book and touching myself, I was sexually aroused and was tempted to use my coconut-scented suntan lotion and jerk off. I didn’t because I was suddenly startled when I heard a loud knocking on the gate of my privacy fence. I removed my headphones and looked over at the gate and heard and saw someone trying to open the locked latch.

“Fuck,” I said aloud. “Just a moment,” I called to the person trying to open the gate.

I got up from the poolside lounge chair, put back on my bikini, wrapped the sarong around my waist, looked down to make sure my erection was not noticeable, and walked to the gate. I now wished I had worn a different bikini. The sarong covered my bottom, but the bikini top was revealing and didn’t cover much. I opened the gate and Derrick was standing there with a grin on his face.

“I knocked on the front door but no one answered,” he told me. “I came by to ask if I could use the pool. You told my mom I could.”

I had officially met the boy once when his mother introduced us. Derrick’s mother was the president of the homeowner association and she introduced us at one meeting. Derrick attended most of the meetings with his mother, making me think he was a momma’s boy, but ...