Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting an intimate play of light and dark on the walls, Arthur's body pressed against mine, his muscled chest a reassuring solidity. He held me close, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered softly; sensuous words that danced on my senses.

"Julie, do you fancy meeting my acquaintance, Duncan?"

My pulse quickened. The concept of being with two men simultaneously had been something of an enticing daydream, but not one I'd ventured into before. My mind raced back to the intensity and fervour that Arthur always brought to our encounters - his firm hand leaving its mark on my skin and awakening an innermost yearning within me. I pondered about Duncan's possible differences from Arthur. Even though we, or rather I had brought it up earlier the same night, I did not expect Arthur to venture onto this path now. Or rather, venture onto this path, this soon. I knew I wanted this path, but nevertheless, I did not expect Arthur to bring that up now.

"Will he...?" I left the question hanging in the air, biting my lip anxiously.

"Spank you? Absolutely," Arthur responded confidently, a knowing grin adorning his features. "He's rather adept with his hands."

A thrill shot through me at the suggestion. A tingle in my lower part was felt. The anticipated sensation of their combined attention felt tantalizingly real already. My thoughts strayed to how Duncan might satiate his own desires whilst ensuring I was equally indulged. A stirring ...

... ache manifested itself lower down as I contemplated this.

"Alright," I murmured, barely above a whisper. "I want to meet him."

Arthur smirked triumphantly, his eyes glinting with lascivious satisfaction. "I knew you'd be intrigued."

He leaned in, our lips brushing against each other's in a dance of lust-filled exploration. In that instant, all past emotional whirlwinds seemed trivial; they were replaced by an insatiable craving for sensory indulgence.

"Tomorrow night," he murmured against my lips. "We'll make it a night etched into your memory."

As the night drew on, I couldn't help but anticipate what awaited me. The touch of two men, their commanding hands courting and disciplining my body, led me to uncharted heights of ecstasy. It felt dream-like, an erotic fantasy that was about to cross over into reality.

And in the hushed quietude, I acknowledged one incontrovertible truth: tomorrow night would usher in a transformation.

Duncan

The car hummed softly, Arthur's fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the steering wheel as we neared Duncan's house. Anticipation thrummed through me, my pulse quickening to an almost painful beat. Arthur glanced in my direction; his eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger that bordered terrifying.

"Don't forget, greet Duncan like the temptress I've sculpted you into," he commanded, and I nodded compliantly, embracing the unsettling character he's tailored for me.

As we rolled up to the house, Duncan stood imposingly ...