Promises, Promises - Sex Stories

Promises, Promises

... busy. Sometimes they take you for granted. You’re kind of a special, unique case for me.” “Well, I’m glad you think I’m special in some manner,” she nearly sneered. “Don’t be like that,” I parried. “I told you I’d be your friend. I think you’re quite special in a number of ways. I found that out when you invaded my apartment that day.” “You just don’t want to fuck me,” she hissed. “That’s not true, either. Well, after a fashion, it is. I don’t think of it as just fucking. Sometimes it is. But, most times, it’s giving you the attention and affection you deserve.” “Well, do you or don’t you? Do you want me or not?” “In any other situation, at any other time, I would surely say yes.” “So you do find me attractive.” It wasn’t a question. “Of course,” I chuckled. “You’re gorgeous and interesting. I enjoy our time together.” “Just no sex,” she pouted. “Any other time; any other situation. I told you.” “That’s your fault. You’re the one.” “I know,” I sighed. “But, this is not the kind of conversation I thought we were going to have.” “It’s exactly the kind of conversation I intended,” she said firmly. ++++ “I have thirty minutes,” Cheryl said as she blew into my apartment just after eleven on Tuesday morning. “Really?” I laughed. “Where are you?” “At the market. So we have time for a fuck and then I have to go to the market to make it look legit.” She stripped off her top, slid out of her shoes and was shucking off her jeans when she looked up at me, still seated in front of my ...

... computer. “Come on,” she urged. “Don’t you want to fuck?” “Cheryl,” I said, moving toward her nearly naked frame in my little living room. “Is this all we’ve become?” “Oh, for Pete’s sake, Drew!” she huffed, reaching behind her to unsnap her bra. “Of course not. This isn’t everything. But it’s all we have time for today.” “I’m getting to feel like your boy toy,” I grumbled as I pulled off my T-shirt and slipped off my shorts. “Boy toy today,” she confirmed, sliding her sensible panties down her thighs. “I told you I’d make it up to you.” “Is this how?” I chuckled, shucking my undershorts. “No,” she replied. “I’ve got some great plans. I’ll tell you later.” She held out her hand and led me into our bedroom. I loved looking up into Cheryl’s face as she pleasured herself on me. Because of the short warning, I’d been less than ready to perform when she burst into the apartment. She’d pushed me back on the bed and climbed atop me. Just that small sequence of actions had started the sensations in my loins, but I was still virtually soft as she knelt across my belly. Somehow she managed to lean down and kiss me passionately while stroking my flagging manhood to attention. There was no doubt about her readiness, however. When she felt me firm up enough, she eased down my body, positioned me, and sank down onto me. She looked up at the ceiling as I penetrated her and hummed. “Now that’s what I’ve been missing,” she murmured. Within seconds she was rapidly rotating her hips, causing my ...