Michele's Dark Desire - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire

... paid off, and she was subsequently awarded a prestigious Principal Scientist position with the firm. Our families were both so proud! We were on our way. Our plan was to develop our careers further for about three years and then start a family. In the meantime, we had a lot going on, with lots of stress. But with effort we still managed to spend considerable time together and we were happy. Our intimate life was good. I say "good" rather than "great" because we were different sexually. Even though we both came from conservative, upper middle-class backgrounds, I was considerably more open: I had a libertarian outlook, while Michele was more "buttoned-up". I figured I would get used to it - nobody is perfect, and Michele's plusses outweigh her negatives by a huge margin. I admit it did get frustrating when she showed constant reluctance for anything adventurous, even something as mundane as a dirty movie. That all began to change one night in October '11. I was horny as hell, and Michele was working on a case study. What to do? 'Maybe some quick porn!' I thought. I pulled a favorite site up on the TV and searched for something "alluring". As mentioned, Michele was not a fan of porn and made fun of me every time she caught me watching. That night was no exception! As I watched I lost track of what she was doing. I thought she was in the study working, when suddenly she appeared in the bedroom in her standard t-shirt and panties, ready to hit the sack. She looked at the screen ...

... and shook her head. "Tyler! Why do you watch this stuff? It's so lame!" she exclaimed. I couldn't help but smile at her spunkiness - and she looked so sexy in that t-shirt! "He's humping her like a puppy and she's squealing like a cat in heat. It's so fake!!" she continued. Again I smiled, then wrestled her onto the bed and held her. "You're so adorable!" I said, as we cuddled. She relaxed in my arms, then we sat against the headboard together as the clip continued. Michele was barely paying attention, except for occasional wisecracks about the man's unimpressive penis, the girl's fake breasts, etc. Until the final scene, that is. The transformation that followed her watching that final scene can only be described as an awakening, one that lasted months before final consummation. What was it? This last scene featured a huge-cocked black man and a sexy white girl. When this guy pulled his cock out both the girl and Michele gasped! He had to be a foot long and nearly as thick as a beer can. We sat and watched, and Michele did not utter a peep: no giggling, no jokes, no wisecracks. She just sat there next to me staring at the screen, gently holding my hand, her head leaning softly against my shoulder. Occasionally I would hear a faint sigh or groan, or hushed comments, like "That's so hot..." or "He's so incredible..." I could hear her raspy breathing, and as I looked down I could see her gently parted lips and glassy gaze in the dim light. Michele was truly captivated, quickly ...