Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... mess, fragile, cared for in my arms. I want to see that make-up running down your face, your hair stuck to your skin with sweat, your lips swollen and aching from being fucked, my cum adhering to your body; I want to see your skin blanching under my firm touch; I want to see the look in your eyes that is begging for more, but terrified of what you really want. Quite simply, I want to play with you as you are, exploit all your latent desires”. He holds your look for what seems like an eternity, an eon before breath comes back to you, as if for the time it took him to say that one paragraph, he had imagined it all a million times before with you; never have you felt so desired, wanted; this man definitely hungers for you and you bite your lip, unsure of what to say, his hand squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer to him, your mouths are inches apart but he doesn’t kiss you. In a long slow exhale, one word escapes you: “Fuck!” Your hands reach to his and you pull it straight between your legs, throbbing now, aching to be played with and his hand presses firmly against your soaked underwear directly against you. He massages you, delicately, but hard enough to feel how wet you are, in turn making you wetter and he feels your arousal deepen as his thumb caresses your clit, the rest of him not moving, enjoying the moment so much. “You make me very hard” he whispers, “I want to be inside you; No…” he corrects himself, “I need to be inside you.” and it is the most definitive ...

... statement of intent you have ever heard. With that he stands abruptly, holding out his dampened hand and you know exactly what you want right now; it feels so right and without any inhibition you take his hand, and he walks with you towards the lift, arm around your shoulder, protecting you as if you were his, as much as you want to be. For the second time this evening you find yourself standing in the lift, taking you to your hotel room; but this time the man stands next to you and he looks at you, the adoration and desire is so obvious. His hand tentatively searches for yours, finding it he claps it in a small embrace, fingers interlocking with yours and you so desperately want to kiss him hard on the mouth, to taste his lips on yours as you look up at him. The lift momentarily stops at another floor, the doors opening, letting another woman in - the blonde receptionist; she looks flustered, glowing, her make up imperfect, as if quickly replaced and she blatantly ignores you both, but the devious smile is visible in her reflection on the mirror – you recognise instantly why she is happy! You feel his arm come up and push you behind him as if protecting you, moving you away from the woman and the door, he stands between you both as you are backed in to the corner until he turns and faces you, moving closer, he reaches around you pulling at your waist, his mouth inches from yours until you feel him kiss you fully and hard, your mouth opens inviting him and your tongues briefly dance ...