Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... when you want to hear his voice. “Enough about me,” you say eventually, “what brings you here?” you ask and he smiles directly, “You do.” The statement makes you feel very special, as if he has no other reason to be here other than to spend time with you - and with that you are acutely aware of yourself and the wetness he is evoking. What would this man think if he knew what you were wearing? The silk bow that encompasses you arse cheeks, the socks rising over your knees that empower you when combined with your heels; the small toy stretching you, the soft shorts than embrace your aching wetness; and you give yourself a moment to wonder if he would ever play with you in a way you hunger for, not just tonight, but continuously; he seems very dominant and you feel perfectly safe knowing that he would control any situation, including your desire to play. He looks at you, wondering what you are thinking, and a subtle move forward presses the toy into you, the stem teasing between your legs, so very wet and you can feel the molten craving seeping from you onto the tops of your thighs, thankful that you have some underwear on no matter how impractical. Your fingertips trace the outline of the empty glass, as you sit there in comfortable silence. “Would you like another drink?” he enquires. You nod, silent, lost in your own thoughts, and as he gets up to walk to the bar you feel an overwhelming loss, as if he will not come back and you remember how you felt when he disappeared ...

... before; invested, you don’t want to lose this man again. “Stay!” you say a little too quickly, and the word shocks you, taken back by the quiet outburst. He returns the two steps and sits next to you, taking your hands and holding them together. “I am not going anywhere other than over there.” He says pointing to the bar. “You have me for as long as you desire,” he continues, and you interrupt almost and say, “It’s just that I lost you once before, sort of.” You feel yourself blushing, “when you bought my drink earlier, I turned to see you and you had gone.” said with a hint of sadness in your voice. “Not at all” comes the reply, “It was you that left me!” almost a direct accusation and he laughs, but with genuine humour; you don’t understand and you look at him, disbelieving. “The hotel was very busy and I asked the barman if there were any spaces left for dinner and he said he didn’t know. So I left and went to the restaurant to book a table – I was going to come over and ask if you would care to join me for dinner; as direct as that might be, I was hopeful you would say yes. When I returned, you had already left.” You hear the genuine honesty in his narrative, and you wonder if he retired to his room and had similar thoughts about you as you did about him. You smile at him, and then both laugh, working out what had happened in that short time. He now stands, walking to the bar, and you watch him, amazed; ‘You have me for as long as you desire? That could be a long time.’ you ...