Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... worry, my darling,” she said. “I’ve already got the cover story. You’re Lisa’s friend and I’m just dreaming about what she said.” “Oh, great! Then he’ll go to Stan tell him Lisa’s in love with me.” “Don’t be silly, Drew. It’s just a screwy dream. That’s what I’ll say. There isn’t anything real about it. Trust me.” “I just hate the idea of putting you in a place where you have to lie.” “You’re not, Drew,” she said gently. “I did this, and I don’t regret any of it. I feel like my life is really full right now. I have security, love, passion, and a real sense of fulfillment. All I have to do is keep it all in the proper compartments. I know I can do that.” “There’s a part of me,” I confessed, “That feels guilty about putting you in the position that you have to do that.” “You didn’t do it, Drew,” she said. “I made this choice.” “I want you to be sure, though. Tell me if there’s anything I can do to help you.” She rolled over on her belly and hiked herself up to look into my eyes. “I told you,” she grinned. “Just be here for me and let me do for you.” I felt her hand slide down to grasp my flaccid member. “What are you doing?” I asked her. “Doing for you,” she said. She slid down on the bed until her head was level with my hips. I felt her hot breath on me, and then the tender kiss on the tip of my cock. It throbbed in her hand; the first indication of a coming erection. “You don’t have to do that,” I said quickly. She brushed her hair back from her face so I could see her. ...

... “Shush,” she said, her eyes fixed on my growing rod. “I want to do this for you.” “For me?” I asked. “Really. You don’t need to.” Her lips enveloped the tip to the crown and I felt her tongue lick at the underside before she released me. “I want to,” she murmured, “For you and for me.” Her lips enveloped me and I could feel her tongue explore the flesh of my shaft as it began to swell and grow. Only then did she look into my eyes and I could see the twinkle in hers as she began to suck me into full hardness. ++++ The knock on the door startled me. It was Saturday morning. The only one who knew where I lived was Cheryl and she wasn’t free on weekends. I slid the chair back from my computer desk and moved to the door. My surprise turned to alarm when I heard a key being shoved into the door’s lock. Cheryl had a key, but I knew it wouldn’t be her. I looked around for a bat or other weapon I could wield in defense. The only thing I could find was one of the chairs at the dining room table. I picked it up and held it aloft as the door swung open. Silhouetted by the morning sun, the figure of a woman stepped into the apartment and shut the door. She turned to face me. “Are you planning to offer me a chair?" said the shapely Dana, the rental agent who had negotiated the lease for this apartment. I dropped the chair to the floor. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “And why do you have a key to my apartment.” “I’m the agent,” she said as if it was obvious. “I’ve got keys to all the ...