Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... behind. All the while, Duncan's gaze feasted upon us—an insatiable predator awaiting his turn.

"I cherish your anticipation," he murmured into my ear, a triumphant grin dancing on his lips as he forced me down onto our haven of sin.

But now, abandoned in this room, I struggled with an invasive hollowness that quietly crept in their wake. My body was brimming with phantom touches—yet all I could digest was an unbearable sense of void. With desperate vulnerability I offered myself to them—was it all for naught?

Their affection for me revolved around my sensuous reactions—the way I surrendered to their primal cravings—but it lacked depth. They extracted pleasure from my submission and then disappeared, leaving me yearning for something profound—a connection transcending corporeal desires.

"I need more," I sobbed out into the universe, pleading for a bond that wasn't merely sensual.

"We'll satiate you," Arthur promised, his heated breath whispering against my nape during our coupling.

"Good heavens Julie, your desires know no bounds," chuckled Duncan as he claimed me once more.

What they didn't comprehend was that my thirst wasn't just for pleasure—I craved love; authentic love that engulfs you until you feel ready to burst. Despite baring myself completely to them, I was left with nothing but a lingering sense of dissatisfaction and an oppressive silence.

"Is this truly what I desire?" my question hung in the air, barely audible even to my ears. ...

... Thoughts of Roderick, his chastity shrouded in mystery, led me to ponder: Had I found my salvation?

But there were no reassuring answers—only the daunting reality of solitude and confronting the unsettling fact that I was indeed, for now, utterly alone.

I stared at the tangled sheets, a testament to the frenzied night that had just passed. The room still held faint traces of sweat and lust, but as I breathed in, my heart ached with loneliness. My thoughts wandered back to Roderick, his chastity a symbol of devotion, yet now it felt like a cage that separated us.

"Is this what I want?" I whispered, my voice barely breaking the silence.

"Julie, are you all right?" Arthur's concern was seemingly genuine, but it didn't touch me the way I longed for.

"Fine," I lied, forcing a half-hearted smile. "Just tired."

"Hey, if you need anything, let us know," Duncan offered, his hand lingering on my thigh for a moment before he pulled away.

"Thanks," I murmured, turning my gaze to the window. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting melancholy shadows across the room. It was only then that I realized: I gave them all of me, and yet, I remained empty.

Duncan and Arthur went to their jobs and left me in the house alone. At least they trusted me that much.

"Goodbye," I said, trying to sound grateful for their presence. But as the door closed behind them, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"Roderick," I whispered, my chest heavy with regret. "How did we end up ...