Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... here?"

I went over in my head the time we'd shared prior to embarking on this journey with Arthur and Duncan. Was I seeking something we lacked? Or was it just my own insatiable quest for excitement that steered me down this road?

"Have I found my path?" I queried the mute room, longing for an insight that would never materialize. Instead, only echoes of my own cravings resonated around me—the hollow remnants of a passion that once blazed fiercely.

"Where to from here?" I pondered, feeling lost in the abyss of my own creation. But as I lay there, exposed, and defenceless, one thing was clear: I could no longer surrender myself to these men who saw me as nothing more than a carnal plaything.

"Roderick," I beseeched again, his name a beggar's prayer on my lips. "Please absolve me."

I pledged then and there to find my way back to him—to seek out the love and connection that eluded me. And though I knew it would be an uphill battle, I finally recognized that sometimes the most profound journey was the one we embarked upon within ourselves. With this realization, I dressed myself in the cloth from my overnight bag and left Duncan's home behind and boarded a bus back to familiarity.

Realization

Perched on the precipice of my bed, fingertips grazing the fine netting of my intimate apparel. The air in the room bore an oppressive weight, humid with echoes of passions spent and laughter shared with phantoms from a storied past. A profound yearning gnawed at my ...

... heart; only one man could satiate such hunger.

"Roderick," I muttered to myself, savouring the syllables as they flowed from my lips. It was time to summon him.

Grasping my phone as if it were a lifeline, I dialled his number, each tone harmonizing with the rhythm of urgency beating within me. His voice resounded after just two rings.

"Yes?" Roderick's undertones vibrated along my nerves.

"Roddy, it's Julie... I need you here." I confessed, failing to veil the desperation coating my words.

"I'll be there right away, Jules," he assured me, his voice carrying a thread of earnest commitment.

Disconnecting our call, my mind started playing out scenes from our last rendezvous – specifically the chastity device that had been his bane and boon. Imagining his continued constraint intensified my eager anticipation.

Upon Roderick's arrival, I opened the door to find him standing there still shackled by that merciless contraption. His gaze held both desire and surrender — a testament to his submission. An unexpected thrill coursed through me realizing that I alone possessed control over his gratification.

"Jules," he murmured almost silently, "I'm all yours."

"Come in," I gently commanded leading him into my private chamber.

With Roddy inside my personal sanctuary, an overwhelming sadness blanketed my spirit. Even with the sensuous atmosphere surrounding us, thoughts of lovers lost or those who drifted aimlessly through my existence refused to disengage. But ...