You Belong to Me - Sex Stories

You Belong to Me

... reconciled and were even engaged to be married. After a night of partying one night, you and I had found ourselves alone in a friend's living room after everyone else had gone to bed. One thing led to another and before we knew it, you were on your hands and knees with my dick inside you. After that brief encounter, the flood gates opened and we had been conducting secret late night meetings every chance we could get. Not only had our rendezvous been growing more frequent as of late, but they had also been growing increasingly kinkier. Each of us relished pushing the boundaries of the other to see how far we would go. As my mind wanders, I keep glancing nervously at the clock. We had experienced a few close calls in our previous encounters and it is something I have not enjoyed. You, on the other hand, seem to get even more excited from the thrill of almost being caught. "Would you stop that?!" you scold. "You're starting to make me nervous. He won't be back until at least six." "That's what you said last weekend," I counter sceptically. "Oh yeah," you say with a laugh. "That was funny." "How funny would it have been if he had come home ten minutes earlier?" Again you shrug dismissively. Sometimes it seems as though you care less about getting caught than I do. In fact, it almost appears as though you desire your boyfriend to find out. You had insinuated in the past that you would have no problem leaving him for me and almost welcomed the prospect. I didn't have the heart ...

... to tell you that there is no way in Hell I would ever enter into a serious relationship with you. My interest in you, as cold as it may sound, is and would always remain purely sexual. You burned me once before and I had not forgotten how much that rejection had hurt. "Well, you know what the problem is?" you state more as a proclamation than a question. "We always wait too long to get started." I nod in agreement. After coming back from the clubs, we generally sit around talking and listening to music before actually getting down to business. "Well, what do you feel like doing tonight?" I ask, turning the conversation back to sex. "I want you to make me your dirty little whore," you answer bluntly without batting an eyelash. "I was hoping you'd say that," I state, smiling. You penchant for rough, degrading sex is the main factor that keep me coming back for more. "How dirty?" I coyly ask, prompting you to continue. "Very, very, very...dirty," you answer seductively as you move over to the couch I is sitting on. "I want you to use me. I want you to...degrade me." I could feel my dick stirring in my pants as you tempt me with those pleasing words. "And you'll do anything I want?" I ask. You nod, your eyes lock on mine with lustful determination. "Okay...," I consider, as I rise to my feet, looking down at you as I attempt to hide my eager smile. "You want to be my slut?" "Yes." "Say it." "I want to be your dirty little slut," you obey promptly. My cold expression cracks as the ...