Sex & Violence with Leanne - Sex Stories

Sex & Violence with Leanne

... sucker.

She lay her head on me shoulder. Her bare thigh pressed hard against my erection. She looked at me in surprise when she felt it but she didn’t pull away.

“Why are you hard for me?” She asked, genuinely puzzled “...Why are you so fucked up over me?....” She said it like she actually cared.

I couldn’t look at her. I looked at the floor and said “I don’t know, Leanne. I just am. I can’t sleep and I’m drinking too much and I’m not accomplishing anything at work....”

After a short pause she kissed my forehead then looked me in the eye. “Well, then, say it...”

I looked up. “Say what?”

“Say IT...!”

I just looked at her.

“SAY it...!” she demanded

“Alright...I love you.”

I desperately held out some faint hope that telling her that would change everything and Leanne would come to her senses and come back to me but it was pure foolishness. She had just been ego-tripping wanting to hear it from me.

She lay her head back on my shoulder and started quietly crying again. I don’t know why she was crying. It was the same way she had cried when she had told me about her long ago abortion. She had told me about it as we lay together in bed, as if I was her Father Confessor. I had tried to tell her it honestly made no difference to me or our relationship, thinking that was what she needed to hear. I know now she wanted to hear some other thing....but I’ll never figure out what exactly. Maybe she thought she would find in Garry a love who would say ...

... whatever it was she wanted said.

Bizarre Seduction

After some minutes, I lifted her chin up and licked salty tears off her face. It started as an act of affection but I got turned on by the taste of her salty tears the more I did it. She was still unashamedly pressing against my hard-on. Did the little twit think I wasn’t going to get horny for her under such circumstances?

I tilted her head up some more and tried to kiss her lips but she put both her hands on my chest and pushed me back. “No...” she said gently.

I ignored her and tried again to kiss her.

“NO !!!.” she commanded more sharply.

Again, I ignored her and kissed her anyway, her third “No” was muffled by my mouth. She kept her hands where they were, pushing against my chest, keeping me from moving closer but at the same time answering my kisses with sloppy wet kisses of her own.

Her tongue darted into my mouth. She didn’t stop me from unbuttoning her blouse and pulling one extremely hard nipple out of her bra. It was beautiful, that nipple, 2 inches in diameter and perfectly round, slightly puffy, pink and smooth except for a few goose bumps on the areola. The stalk of the actual nipple stood up proud from her breast, betraying its owner’s desires.

I sucked on it while my hand slipped under her skirt and into her panties. My thumb caressed her clit while my index finger penetrated her tight gash. My ring finger probed up her ass.

Leanne sat there with her legs half open, not resisting. She ...