Enter Sectian - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian

... princess?"

"Ahh, sure." She gave him a quick hug and dashed inside.

The routine chaos of hosting drunken men and some women, calmed her for the next six hours. Then with extra alertness, she walked the three blocks to the bus stop. Along the way, dead roaches dotted the sidewalk. She kept brushing her arms and torso, shivering at the thought of one still clinging.

Army jacket man wasn't at the stop. The bus arrived on schedule, and she sighed with great relief when she sat down flooded by its interior lighting. The bus growled down the street.

She checked her clothes twice during the trip, once between each connecting bus. She checked again outside the door to her apartment.

Adeline didn't meet her when Pamela stepped inside. That was rare, but not alarming. The one odd thing was a bad smell in the air, like the compost hadn't been taken downstairs. She went to her daughter's room but was surprised by soft moans seeping through the door. She left her daughter to her privacy.

Before and after showering, she checked every inch of her clothes, inside and out. In the shower, she washed twice. Finally, she emerged naked, strode to her room, and crept under the bed's clothes.

She thought about her daughter pleasuring herself. Pamela was very proud of her daughter. Her thoughts shifted to her own sexuality. There wasn't much to it, not much more than Adeline's one option for release. Pamela kept her sex life separate from her work life. ...

... That left her with little time to start a relationship, and less time for stray sexual encounters.

Those did happen. Men found her quite attractive, and each week, two or three would introduce themselves. If she thought the man might be safe for a good fucking, she would avail herself of his charms. She was always up front about what she expected from the guy. In five years, only one had stalked her afterwards.

One time, when the man followed her in a bus, she walked up to him and sprayed pepper mist across his face. "He's been stalking me." She told the passengers. No one complained nor helped the blind idiot down the bus stairwell. The driver had no doubt ignored worse events in his bus.

Pamela lay awake, wanting a man moving inside of her. Big, small, it didn't matter. She wasn't particularly romantic about sex either. Kissing and hugging had their place, but if a man wasn't chewing on her nipples and either fingering her pussy or fucking it, she'd do it herself. That's what her cramped life had turned her sexuality into.

If she was lucky to have a dildo in her purse, she'd show the man he was late for the game. Her dildo would only be in her purse when she was particularly horny, enabling a quick 'doe fuck' in a toilet stall at work. On a night when the same-old same-old entertainment actually aroused her, she knew she would need to carry a dildo for a week.

Pamela crept out of her bed and fetched her dildo.

...to be continued...