1. Surrendered Desire


    Date: 6/21/2024, Categories: Love Stories, Author: DDFrida 

    ... tonight," I whispered apprehensively, the words spilling out of me like pearls tumbling from their string. He eyed me inquisitively, his eyebrows arching, intrigue shimmering in his gaze.

"Alright, Julie. What's your proposal?"

"Two men. You, me, and another man," I confessed, my pulse quickening at the admission of my long-lingering fantasy. The dream that for so long haunted my slumber was now exposed to the harsh light of reality.

"Do you genuinely want this?" Arthur asked, worry etching lines onto his face. His perpetual concern was one of the things I loved most about him.

"I've never been surer." This was something I needed to do, for myself.

"Let's proceed then," he flashed a grin, his more assertive side emerging. We both shared a love for pushing our boundaries.

"And who might be joining us?" Arthur asked with a hint of playfulness, but there lay an undercurrent of jealousy behind his eyes – an emotion he rarely displayed. Julie is just an escape, a fleeting diversion, I reminded myself. Or am I?

"A versatile addition," I teased back while contemplating the two bisexual men who'd lingered in my fantasies for years.

"This could be intriguing," Arthur conceded with a tone steeped in sensuality.

"That's the spirit," I replied as I reached into my trove of carnal implements. Tonight was destined to make history; it would be a journey through love, loss, and erotic exploration.

The sensual atmosphere was palpable as Arthur invaded my ...
    ... personal sanctum, his notable engorged dimension pressing against the uncharted threshold. I stifled a gasp at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched to capacity, my psyche and physicality vibrated with indulgence.

"Are you deriving pleasure from this?" Arthur murmured against my earlobe, his exhaled breath warm and laboured. The subtle command in his inquiry sent a spine-tingling thrill through me.

"I-I am," my response was just above a whisper, the declaration scarcely discernible. Irrespective of the societal constraints screaming that this was taboo, I was unable to suppress my yearning for his touch.

"Excellent." His voice rang out clear and stable, mirroring the tranquillity preceding a tempest. With each calculated jab, he explored further into my yearning abyss, creating a paradoxical cocktail of discomfort and ecstasy in its wake.

"Oh! Arthur!" My call echoed in the room, surrendering to the intensity enveloping me. He persisted in rhythmically invading me, maintaining an unwavering tempo.

"You're quite demanding," Arthur playfully goaded, delivering a smirk as he retreated momentarily to study my countenance. Abruptly, without any premonition, his ample palm connected with my posterior forcefully. The sting left behind spurred an array of conflicting feelings within me. It was painful yet undeniably addictive on some primal level.

"Please...proceed," I managed between clenched teeth against the acute sting. A satisfied grin graced Arthur's features ...
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