Dianna’s Awakening Chapter One - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter One

... word satisfied provided some clarity about where I was going with this. Paul is not well endowed when his cock is totally erect; it measures a measly three inches. It does get very hard, and when aroused, it pulses and throbs intensely. When he ejaculates, his balls provide copious amounts of thick, creamy cum, and to be quite honest, what he lacks in penial size, he makes up for with digital dexterity, almost always fingering me to orgasm after I'd swallowed his load.

"So, what we're talking about is the size of my cock," he bluntly said.

I felt tears well up in my eyes and stared down at my bent leg, "Yes, I suppose it is," I finally admitted.

The initial shock of my admission caused Paul to angrily reply, "I suppose you have a plan to satisfy your craving for a bigger cock?"

I let his rude comment pass and replied, "Actually, I've been looking at several swinger websites."

I could tell he was trying not to laugh, knowing I was serious. Then, he asked, "Don't swingers go in for orgies? I'm sorry, Dianna, but I don't see you getting naked in front of a group of strangers, then fucking anyone that wants to bury his hard cock inside your cunt."

I looked at his eyes and said, "Could you please not use that word? I find it so demeaning?"

His anger welled up inside, and he instantly shot back, "Fuck you, I'll use any word I want you cunt." I could tell he instantly regretted saying that to me.

I wanted to get through this as quickly as possible to get ...

... away from him, so I tried to explain how the lifestyle works. "I've gone into some of the chat rooms as a quest and found out that while a lot of people in the lifestyle are into group sex, many are just looking for someone who can make them happy," I explained.

His anger was still evident as he said, "So guys go on these sites to find lonely women to fuck."

I looked at him before saying, "You make it sound so dirty."

"Well, hello; you're telling me that you want to sign up on one of these websites to find a guy that you can fuck on the side," he shot back.

"Don't you want me to be happy?" I asked.

"Of course I do," He answered.

"I think this will do that," I replied.

If there is one thing Paul can always count on, once I get an idea in my head, there is no changing my mind about it.

"Let me guess; you want my permission to do this?" He asked.

For the first time since I sat next to him, I smiled, "Yes, I'd like your permission," I acknowledged.

He sat back, thinking for a moment, pondering his reply.

He turned toward me and took my hand, "I want you to be happy, Dianna, and if you're convinced this will make you happy, I'll give my permission with one condition. I want you to be very discrete and, more importantly, careful. There are a lot of sick people in the world." Paul said.

He was stunned when I thanked him for granting permission to allow me to seek out another man, a lover, someone who could satisfy my cravings.

"So, when are you ...