A Broken Heart Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Broken Heart Part 1

... the motion. "I need to get a picture of you. This will be perfect for the yearbook. Imagine the caption, 'The queen of her castle!'"

Lydia gracefully posed, one hand on her hip, her head tilted slightly. The camera flashed, capturing her in all her confident glory. "Make sure you get my good side," Lydia quipped, though she knew every side was her good side.

As Lydia continued through the party, she was accosted by more admirers and well-wishers. There was a constant buzz around her, a mix of compliments, laughter, and the occasional whispered rumor. She was in her element, a puppeteer expertly pulling the strings, relishing every moment of control she had over the scene before her.

Throughout the party, she sent occasional glances towards Jesse, making sure he saw her watching him, her gaze unwavering. The anticipation was palpable. She knew she had him trapped, and it gave her a heady thrill.

Lydia made her way to her opulent bedroom, ensuring the door was slightly ajar. She stripped off to nothing but her white lingerie, a stark contrast from the darkness of the room. She lay herself diagonally on her plush bed, cross legged to hide her sex as she struck a seductive pose and waited. She was a predator poised for the chase, and tonight, Jesse was her prey. She heard footsteps coming closer.

She waited for Jesse to push the ajar door the rest of the way open. She knew he would not be able to resist the urge to touch her, kiss her, fuck her. The desire to taste ...

... her would be overwhelming. His hands would explore every inch of her voluptuous body. Jesse hesitantly pushed open the door. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Lydia on the bed. She looked beautiful, with her hair tousled and her skin flushed from the heat of passion.

“Jesus, Lydia,” he said, “why are you doing this?”

“Because you hurt me.” Lydia’s tone was desperate. “Now it’s your turn to feel the hurt of a broken heart.”

Jesse looked beaten, and in surrender, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He then stood there by the door, looking at her. She watched his eyes trace intricate designs over her exposed flesh. She saw him focus on the moistness between her legs, the flush of skin at her tits and face. She knew he heard the small rapid breaths she took in between her ruby lips. She knew of the things he wanted to do to her. She knew he wanted to fuck her so bad. She also knew he didn’t want to betray Elaina like this. She reveled in his pain.

She smiled at him and spread her legs wide, a gesture to move to the bed and join her. He stared down at her glistening pussy, hiding behind the transparent white cloth. Almost like an insect being guided to a bright light, Jesse ambled over to the bed and sat next to her.

“You’ve been missing that, huh, baby?” She said her mocking tone, her face feigning seriousness. “Do you miss my mouth too? Yeah…. I know you do!” She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and let them roam across his chest and ...