Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... delight when she freed his throbbing cock...his focused, desperate desire for one thing only: to bury himself inside her, filling her up completely...pumping desperately to plant his essence into the deepest part of her..."

This is how Luke really thought of her! This is what he wanted to do with her! It was her fantasy fulfilled! "...his lips lapping up the nectar from her garden...his eyes desperately begging her, telling her, focused only on her, willing her to cum for him...wanting nothing more than to be there to share the moment of orgasm with her." Then Kyra came. She came from Luke's words, and from Luke's wishes, and Luke's fantasies that now she knew they shared. It was the most satisfying orgasm Kyra could ever remember giving herself, because even though she was alone, she felt like Luke was there, in spirit if not in the flesh.

The story continued. There were other sexual encounters between the man and the babysitter. Each seemed hotter than the last. Kyra grew progressively more and more happy as she read. She got off again. She finished the story then re-read it and got herself off again. "This can happen for real," she kept thinking. "I can get him to fuck me for real and both our fantasies can come true!"

After she'd cum, when she was no longer reading his stories, in those moments when her horniness subsided just a little, she reflected on the difference between the Luke of the stories and the one she actually interacted with. Every time she went ...

... over to his house it seemed like he acted so normal. Everything was so ordinary, like those stories and the things he wrote in them never existed at all. She'd be there and he'd be taking out the garbage, unloading the dishwasher, picking up after Ethan. Sometimes it seemed like she wasn't even there, like he didn't notice her at all. It was very confusing.

But despite the confusion of their everyday life, the stories gave her hope, and confidence too. It was like she knew. She knew the fantasy Luke, who he really wanted to be underneath it all. She would bring that hidden Luke out and see him in real life. She'd get him to see himself, and to see her. And when he did finally really see her, she'd be there to help him. She'd be there to fuck him senseless.

Luke, of course, had no idea any of this was happening. He returned from Seattle believing his secret was still safe, and his babysitter had no more feelings for him than perhaps a relatively harmless schoolgirl crush. Sure, he'd fantasized about her and based a character in a couple of his stories on her, but that was just harmless fantasy, certainly nothing close to real life.

Kyra was still awake this time when he got back home. He was running very late and she couldn't linger, but Luke couldn't help but notice the thin white t-shirt she was wearing was a little on the deliciously tight side and she did not appear to be wearing a bra. He could make out both the points of her nipples and the darkened circles around ...