How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... of the room's heating system.

I placed the box on a desk, then moved towards the sofa adjacent to the bed, pulling my iPad out from my bag and placing it on the coffee table.

Truth be told, I was feeling a bit pent up. Like any other man, I had a robust libido that I, and most of my past girlfriends, had a hard time keeping up with.

After slipping out of my shoes, sliding off my pants, and shedding my suit jacket, I made myself comfortable on the sofa. I picked up the iPad, intending to visit my go-to adult entertainment site for some relief.

Not many were privy to the fact that I had a penchant for more intense, fringe aspects of sexual pleasure. I enjoyed a rougher side of intimacy, which likely explained why most of my relationships fizzled out within a few months. There were certain kinks and fetishes that I had yet to fully explore, primarily because I hadn't found a willing and understanding partner.

The possibilities were many and intriguing: BDSM, aggressive play, domination, and even consensual non-consent fantasies barely scratched the surface.

In the privacy of my own space, I enjoyed fantasizing about control and dominance, themes that gave me intense satisfaction. The frequency of my actual intimate encounters left much to be desired, so my iPad had become my steadfast companion in exploring these depths.

Venturing onto one of my favorite sites, I began browsing the available videos. After perusing a few pages and conducting several ...

... searches, I finally found a video that piqued my interest. Getting comfortable, I let my hand wander under my boxers as I watched an assertive man demonstrating his dominance over a willing partner. She was completely submissive, yielding herself to his needs. The raw display of desire was the kind of scenario that stirred my interest, a fantasy waiting to be explored.

A deep groan of satisfaction left my lips as I watched the video progress, my hand working furiously over my hard shaft, "Yeah, that's it... take that fucking cock..."

I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the labored gasps for air, and in my mind, I swapped places with the man in the video.

My cock, large and commanding, exerting control over the willing woman beneath me.

In the space of just a few more seconds, my climax arrived, my load spilling across my chest and staining my shirt with my release. I breathed deeply, savoring the afterglow of orgasm, before reluctantly blinking my eyes open.

Discarding my iPad onto the coffee table, I peeled myself off the couch, unbuttoning my soiled shirt and tossing it carelessly onto the pile of my discarded pants on the floor.

I moved back towards the desk where I had left the wooden box Frank had given me. Sitting down in the chair, I turned the box over in my hands. It was ancient. The wood was so old, it looked like it had fossilized. Sliding off the top, I opened it carefully to reveal a tightly rolled piece of ...