Paloma (from 'Light and Dark') - Sex Stories

Paloma (from 'Light and Dark')

... picked up the notebook and held it out in front of him. “And have you experienced any of this, Paloma?” he asked, his voice lowering to little more than a whisper. She shook her head. He turned another page. “Or this?” She shook her head. “Or this, or this?” “No, no. I haven’t,” she said, lowering her eyes. “And yet you write about it, don’t you. You write about it as though you have intimately felt the power of each word and each thought; as though you have felt them take hold of your body and soul, and move through you as though it was all that mattered in life.” “Yes, I do, and I have. It consumes me.” Dr Kardos turned the notebook around and laid it on the desk in front of him. “I want you to stand up, walk to the desk, and read what you have written here, out loud, Paloma,” he said, an insistence in his voice that she know was not going to be denied, even though she tried. “But I....” “You are going to read it, Paloma, and you are going to read it now.” She stood up and approached the desk, each step taking her closer to her words, her thoughts, her passions. Now, what had flowed from her so fluidly as the words filled page after page with the ease and grace of an eagle moving on a current of warm air, seemed to provoke fear in her. She knew that her thoughts and her desires really were strangers to her life. Nevertheless, she reached the edge of the desk, leaned forward a little, and began to read the paragraph to which Dr Kardos was pointing, falteringly at first. ...

... “Maria saw his hard cock spring from within his trousers; long, thick and harder than the bars of the steel cage that her life had been held within. She had always been judged; every action, every thought. But now the only thing judging her was his needy, urgent length. She was a woman now and wanted; not as an object of criticism and guilt but as a sexual being who needed to be fucked like nothing else in the world mattered. She looked at it, devoured it with her sultry hazel eyes; every throbbing, pre-cum soaked inch; every vein. He wanted to get between her legs, to drive himself into her as though if he didn’t he would explode into a million fragments of desperation. His need was to fuck her. Her need was to let him.” As she read, she became vaguely aware of Dr Kardos standing up and moving around the desk. However by this stage her mind was becoming increasingly ensnared by the words she was reading; words she herself had written; words that had, as she had written them, began to arouse and overtake her; words that had, so often, tempted her to put down her pen, lean back in her chair, and slide her hand under her dress and into her damp, sex-drenched panties. She became aware now that Dr Kardos was behind her, but not exactly where. Suddenly she heard his voice, slick and smooth, whispering in her ear. “Bend forward, Paloma. Put your elbows on the desk, and keep reading.” “She lay back on the grass and parted her slender, smooth legs. His eyes followed every inch of them, ...