Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... feelings that accompanied their intensely beautiful, animalistic encounter. I came to the realization that unions of women like Michele with men like Derek represent the natural order. I resolved to accept it. To move it from the subconscious to the conscious and accept it. One night we were lying in bed talking and I felt the urge to discuss something that had been weighing on me. The sexual tension of Cabo was still a formidable undercurrent and so I asked her if Derek had ever contacted her as we had hoped. I urged honesty. "No," was her answer. "I'm sure he has many very attractive female friends. Somebody new all the time." "Have you ever contacted him?" I followed. She held my hand and shook her head,"No." "But you want to?" I continued. "Huh?" she asked, confused. "I know you do. You can't control your thoughts and desires. I can sense it and I don't blame you, Michele. Your chemistry and what you experienced were incredible," I admitted. "I would want the same thing if I were a beautiful woman. I would want a man who could dominate me the way Derek dominated you. You melted before him! It must have been wonderful for you, with your beauty and sexual power, to finally meet your match. To find a man with even greater power than the most beautiful women, and to completely surrender. I want you to have that again, Michele. I want you to feel sexy and satisfied whenever you need it. I want all of your feminine desires and needs to be fulfilled." "You can't be serious ...

... after what we have gone through!" she cried. "I am serious," I assured her. His information is in your phone, contact him," I suggested. The next Saturday afternoon we were sitting outside relaxing - it was a gorgeous day and I had been getting the pool ready for the season. Michele had put on a bikini to soak up some of the warm though still gentle spring sun. We had had sex the night before but I knew Michele had not been satisfied. I knew why. "Have you thought about what I said earlier this week?" I inquired. "Tyler! Are you sure you want that? Why?" she asked. "I want whatever you want, Michele. You can be honest, honey...you want it." After a moment she nodded her head in affirmation. "So call him!" I implored. "W...when?" she asked. "Now. Call him!" I took her iPhone from the table by her chair and handed it to her. There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted minutes. Finally, I went inside through the open french doors to get a drink. And then I heard it. "Derek? Hi! It's Michele," she said haltingly. I hurried back out through the door. I could faintly hear his response over her phone: "Michele, darlin! How are you? It's great to hear from you." "I'm well," she giggled, nervously. "How are you?" I could clearly hear his enthusiastic reply: "Fantastic! Especially now, hearing your voice again. I have missed it. And your pretty face." She smiled, "I have missed you, too. I think about you a lot." I could not clearly hear his response, but she gasped and blushed with a ...