Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... on the porch. His brawny arms crossed over his ample chest. His hair was a vibrant river of silver, looking just as wild as the tales suggest. His icy blue eyes seemed to dissect me as they followed our arrival.

"Now go," Arthur prompted, and hesitantly, I grabbed my overnight bag and exited the car feeling sensitive and exposed in the revealing ensemble he chose for me. My legs wobbled slightly as I walked towards Duncan, marshalling all the audacity required for this role.

"Greetings, Duncan," I murmured sensually allowing my hand to graze his arm during our introductions. "It's indeed a pleasure."

Duncan's gaze swept over me, drinking in my scantily clad form. Desire kindled in his gaze, making my cheeks flare with mortification yet there’s also an adrenaline rush being at the receiving end of such primal yearning.

"Seems like you two are already well-acquainted," Arthur quipped from behind me, appearing by my side. "Shall we venture inside?"

Once inside Duncan's abode, I pondered what lay ahead in this orchestrated rendezvous with Arthur and Duncan. Fear wrestled with exhilaration within me churning a maelstrom of emotions that left me speculating wildly.

In the meekly lit boudoir, two men, Arthur, and Duncan, divested me. My heart pulsated rapidly in anticipation as my flesh tingled with fervour. They guided me to the epicentre of intimacy where a soft inviting bed beckoned.

"Are you prepared, Julie?" Arthur's voice was a whisper of satin.

My ...

... approval was a mute nod, speech suddenly elusive. Awaiting their touch on my eager skin was like waiting for an artist to create an opus of carnal desire. Their skilled fingers embarked on an exploration of my body, tracing suggestive patterns across it, a game of tease and temptation. Soft moans escaped from my lips as they each claimed passionate kisses that stirred a greedy hunger within me. Soon, gentle strokes morphed into wild touches driven by primal urges.

"She's drenched," grunted Duncan, his assertive grip upon my hips preceding his dive into me while Arthur claimed my mouth again, effectively silencing my pleasure-infused cries. The rhythm they establish was fierce yet rhythmic – the ocean in stormy rampage against unwavering cliffs.

"You're bewitching, Julie," Arthur rasped out as he found his niche within me, taking possession completely. The sensation of being filled by both men overwhelmed me as I drowned in the powerful surge of emotions.

Time momentarily froze as I succumbed to the rhapsody coursing through every cell. Exhaustion soon dictated its own terms, and we collapsed onto the bed.

Duncan whispered a request for closeness pulling me into his arms swiftly followed by Arthur lending his warmth too, providing a cocoon of tenderness. For once after countless years, I sensed this feeling of belonging which I have yearned for but never had the courage to confess.

Quietly praising my performance, Arthur sent shivers down my spine stirring an ...