A Presence Felt - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 2

... place. As soon as he let himself inside the dark living room, he fumbled for the light, jumping at shadows. Relief washed over him when he realized that the presence in Stella's house hadn't followed him home.

The long shower Adrian took did nothing to clear his mind. He tried not to think of Stella and the cowardly way he'd left her. Would she sleep in that spare room again? he wondered. Would she welcome that spirit into her bed so she could be fucked for hours more? Despite the shame he felt, imagining Stella writhing beneath the entity's touch made his cock pulse.

After Adrian left the shower and put on a robe, he went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. He didn't often drink, but he desperately needed something to soothe his nerves now. In the darkness of the living room, he sat while trying to think of a reason for what had happened to him and Stella. The only remotely plausible explanation he could come up with wasfolie à deux, or shared psychosis. While extremely rare, there were numerous accounts of the disorder in the medical literature. But accepting that would mean accepting his mental state wasn't nearly as healthy as he'd always assumed; it would mean he'd fallen prey to the same psychosis plaguing Stella. That made no sense to him. He wasn't out of touch with reality, and Stella had never before appeared to be, either.

Two glasses of wine made Adrian drowsy enough to go to bed, but his rest was fitful. He kept dreaming of Stella, and in ...

... those dreams, he was back in that room, fucking her hard. He took turns sharing her with some disembodied spirit until she was drenched in sweat and begging for mercy. Adrian woke panting and flushed, his cock hard beneath the sheet.

The following day, he could barely concentrate during his sessions with clients. He struggled to form suitable responses to their questions; simply participating in a conversation seemed beyond his grasp. By the time he saw his last client out of the office, he was thinking of canceling all of the next day's appointments. It was merely exhaustion, he told himself. With a decent night's sleep, he would be able to function better.

But when Adrian saw Stella sitting in the waiting room, her hands clasped in her lap, he froze. Neither spoke until his other client said goodbye and left. Then Stella slowly rose to her feet. She was wearing a short-sleeved red turtleneck and black slacks, along with low black heels. Their eyes met, and she gave him a hopeful smile. "I know you said we'd talk next week, but..."

Adrian gestured toward his private office. "Come in." As she walked past him, he inhaled deeply, trying to catch her scent. Even now, he wanted her. His pulse raced at her nearness, and at the way memories of last night flooded into his mind.

After Adrian closed the door, Stella sat down on the couch, as she usually did, and he retreated to his chair, a safe distance from her. She brushed her hair back from her face, her smile wavering a ...