Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

... that's sort of average. I have very few friends; she has a boatload. Mostly women, thankfully. She doesn't trust the men around her, even as she bends them to her will.

Anyway, about my problem. Remember what I said about not mentioning something to my wife? Because I'm kinda worried about it? Well...that incredible sense of touch I've gained is not restricted to just my hands.

I noticed it immediately. Even the weight of the sheets on my cock was almost too much. I have gained an extreme sensitivity in my cock since the operation. My worry is that I'll cum too fast, that she won't be able to take her time with her spectacular blowjobs because I won't last. Or when I'm deep inside her gloriously tight pussy, I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy her before I cum. At some point, I'm going to have to talk to her about it, and when I've recovered, we'll see if it's true.

Larissa's in the bathroom getting ready for work. When she was done, I called her over.

"Sweetheart, there's something I've got to tell you. Something that might be good, and it might not be so great."

Larissa sat on my wheelchair to listen, concern sweeping over her face. She absent-mindedly caressed the small tattoo on her shoulder, a stylized "L" in curvy script the size of a silver dollar. When I first saw the tattoo, I admired it and told her so. She asked me if I would get one too, just like hers to symbolize my devotion to her. Of course I agreed.

Remember I said the mattress of my ...

... special bed is the same height as the seat of the wheelchair? When Larissa crossed her legs towards me, her thighs and her knees were right at eye level, not four inches from my face. The glossy silk swished with silk upon silk and despite my infirmity, my dick began to grow. Larissa reached down and patted it under the sheets. It was like an electric jolt to my sex.

"Oh, sweetie," she said. "I'll have to take care of that as soon as I get home."

I reached over and placed a hand gently on her knee. The silk was fine and even, with only the slightest glossy imperfections that no other human could possible detect. The silky touch of her legs raced down my nervous system directly to my cock. It twitched.

"Oh," she smiled. "Youare glad to see me."

I told her all about my fears. My worry that I'm so sensitive that I'll never be able to last inside her vagina, let alone her mouth. It could ruin our sex life.

When I was done, she said "But do you know? Have you tested your theory?"

"No," I said. "I just wanted to be open with you, so we could hopefully solve the problem together."

"Look," Larissa said. "I have a breakfast meeting at the office, but I'm going to cancel it. I've got an idea." Larissa made a quick call and snapped the phone shut. "I've got forty-five minutes. I think you're going to enjoy them."

Mysteriously, she picked the upper sheet off my body to expose me to the daylight. I was naked underneath, my cock at full mast. She just does that to ...