Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... suggestive, knowing that answers will be heated and filled with passion. He stands up, the table in his way, it is easier for him to move it than walk around it, and he sits next to you now as you turn into him, pleased as you feel him closer to you. “If its questions you want to ask” he says, “I have one for you; we can play together.” and your mouth opens slightly as he rests his head on his hand, relaxing completely next to you, confident that he could flirt with you all night and you admire the openness of his eloquence. “OK”, twisting your hair u*********sly as you lean towards him, “ask me”: “Imagine we are sitting in secluded bar”, he says, you both chuckle at the irony and the seductive sound of his voice makes you smile, playing yes, but perfectly serious You nod, waiting for the rest of the question: “What would you say to me to show me you wanted to played with? Removed from your pedestal?” The question strikes you like a hot flame, almost making you jump, realising he has turned your own question back on you and you feel somewhat mischievous at the intelligence he shows in playing with you by your own design. You take up your drink, sipping slowly but long, licking your lips, thinking of all the images you have had of this man inside your head, him being inside your body, wondering how you could captivate him in one sentence. His eyes are patient; clearly he has all the time in the world to hear your answer. ‘Make it a good one’, you say to yourself. You let out a ...

... long breath, almost lost for words, looking at him, imagining how you could arouse him as much as he has you in one sentence. “I would say,” you begin, lowering your voice as if other people could hear you, but you want to make sure you have his full attention when you speak: “That right now my underwear is so wet, that if you don’t do something soon, I will have to get up and leave you before my arousal becomes even more uncomfortable.” You smile with assurance in your answer. He moves forward slightly and quietly replies: “Really?” to which there is no answer, your eyes speak for you as you hold up the glass and drink from it. “I’m flattered” he says, “What would you say?” you ask him directly, “to let me know you wanted to play with me?” conscious of the toy pressing into you; even the silence before he speaks makes you wet. He looks at you and you hold your breath, one hand resting above your breasts in anticipation, you can feel your heart thumping as you wait for his words that are about to come; ‘Well you did ask for them’, you think to yourself. He licks his lips, admiring you, as he places one hand softly on your thigh, leaning into you, kissing the side of your neck just below your ear, softly, just once, and whispers almost inaudibly: “I don't want to see you in a business suit, with your make-up perfect, or in your delicate underwear. I don't want to see you trying to give me flirtatious eyes, or playing with your hair trying to look innocent: I want to see you a ...