Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... evening. He moves down the bed, opening your legs wide and continues to wank. He strokes harder and faster, and you recognise the intensity he is feeling, the moan of release comes as you feel the remains of his cum splash across your thighs, landing between your legs and over those used, reddened lips, gaping to accept him; it almost feels cool, indicative of how hot you are, as it slowly meanders with gravity down your body. Kissing you once more, he wraps you in his arms, holding you close, wrapping you in the duvet to keep you both warm; you are suddenly sl**py and content. “Stay with me?” you say. “Always.” You just hear him say as you drift into a much needed deep slumber, allowing your body to recover from it's use. Waking in the morning, your body aches pleasantly and your mind races with flashbacks of the hours past and the intimacy of your stranger; you turn over, the sun just cracking through the curtains of your room and you gasp with sudden panic as to the time: 0745. Luckily you don’t have to be at work until nine, so you have time to shower and grab breakfast. You feel content, he held you all night, close and warm and although you didn’t sl**p much, you are well rested. “I’m so sorry”, you whisper, turning back into the bed, “but I don’t even know your na…” He isn’t there. The melancholy of the moment makes you momentarily pensive; it definitely happened? You question yourself for a moment, but the aches you feel are genuine, no way could you have done that ...

... to yourself! The underwear diffuse across the bedroom floor, the rosebud sitting on the bedside table and you feel both seduced, yet used all in one moment; he wouldn’t leave would he? Sad, you sweep your legs out of bed, wrapping yourself tightly in the white sheet, wondering to the bathroom, turning on the shower once more, hoping that you can wash the thoughts from you; it all started in the shower anyway! There is a knock at the door and you walk to look through the spy hole, and all you can see is a single rose, placed on a tray directly in front of the little hole into the corridor. “Who is it?” you ask cautiously; “It's me!” is the reply, short and succinct, as if stating a fact. You open the door and see the man from last night standing before you, holding a tray encumbered with breakfast items. “Sorry” he says, walking into the room, “But I didn’t want to wake you. I thought you would like some breakfast before you had to go to work?” He places the tray on to the side table and envelops you completely with his arms, making you feel small once more; desired and needed. “I thought…” you start to say; “I know” he replies, “But I would never leave such beauty untended. Are you happy?” he asks smiling; those eyes sink right into you once more as he hands the flower to you and you inhale the aroma deeply, closing your eyes, knowing this is the start of something wonderful. You shut the door behind you both; maybe you can be an hour late for work this morning as he pulls you ...