Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... you ashamed of me?" I asked sheepishly. "Ashamed of my fantasies?" "Of course not," she reassured me. "Like I said, I have never judged you. Everybody has fantasies they might not want others to know about, but you deliberately brought me into yours. I love you, Tyler. You're a wonderful man! You're handsome and strong in your own right, and you have a brilliant mind. That's an important attraction, too! That you and I can connect in this way is a testament to our relationship. We can't always control these things - they are rooted deep in our biochemistry. The information is there, latent, waiting to be awakened by experiences or even thoughts. The problem is that it's not easy to put the genie back in the bottle." I felt moved by the eloquence of Michele's thoughts. "So how do we control this 'information', or whatever?" I inquired nervously. "We can't entirely, honey. It's part of us now. The only thing we can do is to remove the guilt and conflict that can arise." "How?" I continued. "By accepting it and removing it permanently from the subconscious to the conscious. But enough for now...we will figure this out when we get home." She gave me a sweet smile, putting her hand on the back of mine. I wasn't quite able to make sense of the subconscious to conscious comment, but was happy that some of the tension had dissipated. Shortly thereafter Derek returned to our table, eliciting a warm smile from Michele. It was about 6:30 p.m. "Well, as usual my traveling companions ...

... have made friends!" he said. We looked over to see that the girls had returned and the four of them were getting along famously. I was able to get a better view: one was a sultry Latina; the other a tall bronzed beauty with auburn hair. Both had fabulous figures in their sexy though elegant outfits. The four of them seemed to be getting ready to leave. "They're heading to dinner, then the clubs," Derek explained. "I can never control those dogs! And who am I to keep them on a leash anyway? Their dad?" We all laughed. I admired his (seeming) modesty, since while the other two were nice looking men, Derek was more ruggedly handsome in the face, taller and better built, and held more gravitas than either. This was confirmed by the multitude of attractive women I had observed checking him out since he first arrived. Then I made a decision: "Hey you two! I'm getting hungry and I'm ready for some new scenery. What do you say we head down to that restaurant by the marina? I hear the food is excellent, and it's on me. Actually, it's on Gross!" "Well, I don't want to interfere with your evening," Derek replied. "I should probably head for one of the clubs myself - maybe I'll get lucky like those two!" We all laughed again. "Oh, don't worry about it," I insisted. "You're more than welcome and we would both love to have you. Wouldn't we, Michele?" I asked pointedly. "Well, uh, yeah! That would be wonderful!" she agreed, stumbling over her words somewhat. "We all get along great and we'd ...