The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1

... about When she had chanced upon a story he had penned, And was her wont, made favourable comment, Words of praise, and gratitude For the erotic pleasure and sexual release The naughty tale had stirred in her. She recounted how, as she read, She had felt a delicious tingling between her legs, And a mounting excitement as her body responded to his words. Arousal so irresistible it could not be denied, So that she was forced to slip her hand into her panties, Sliding her fingers between the wet folds of her pussy Into her warm and slippery cunt, Plunging them in and out Faster and faster until, as the story reached its climax In frenzied couplings, She came in ecstatic delight, her body wracked By exquisite sensations that filled her with delight. Flattered by her comments, Will replied Politely, like the gentleman he was, Pleased, he said, that she had been so aroused By his humble offering, and would she like to be his friend. Thus began a correspondence That would in time light a mighty fire In both their minds and bodies, all consuming As it became a conflagration, incandescent like the sun, A star that would blaze across the firmament. At first their talk was merely about the mundane Ordinary things of life, but strangely they were surprised To find that they had much in common, twin souls Crafted from the same stock, alike in so many ways. So it would have continued no doubt, A deep friendship certainly, but platonic, asexual Until one day, on a whim, driven by something ...

... deep, inchoate, Will asked a simple yet naughty question, One that acted like a bombshell, Shattering the dull calm of their relationship So that nothing would ever be the same again. Out of the blue it came - "Why don't you drop your panties for me" Saucily he said, not expecting anything to come of it, Half afraid, as he spoke, that she would rebuff him Offended by his forwardness. Hadn't she told him That she did not do cyber sex, Wanting only friendship, simple verbal intercourse, No more than that, besides she was a married woman after all. But this question was in truth the spark That ignited something unforeseen in her, And in less than the twinkling of an eye She was in the throes of a devastating orgasm, Almost incoherent in her excitement, Shocked beyond words by her own response. When she returned to Earth from her flight to the stars The firecrackers in her mind at last extinguished, The electricity remained, coursing through her body, And against her will, she agreed to something new. "Friends with benefits," she said, but nothing more Sex the icing on the cake of their relationship But no commitment, not love, definitely not love. Further probing revealed that she had been badly burned In the past, deeply wounded, shattered and broken, Never to be repeated, "Definitely no falling in love," she warned. Will, though shocked by the events his words had triggered, Was also aroused and excited, and so began his courtship. Slowly, over time, he began to weave a web of ...