1. Our first, er, SECOND time...


    Date: 10/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Erotica, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Author: Castlequeen, Rating: 76.5, Source: sexstories.com

    towel, but wrecking a decorative towel is a small price to pay for my stupidity. I soak it, and run back in and hand it to him. He applies it to his wounded dignity and lets out a sigh of relief. "I am so, so, so, so, very sorry Warren, that was the dumbest thing I've ever done. Do you need anything else?" He looks at me and manages the ghost of a smile. "I....hope that's the dumbest you've ever done or will do. Do you have an ice bag?" I flee the room in search of it. It takes but seconds to prepare, but I grab his wineglass and the bottle as I head back in. "Here's the ice bag, and maybe the wine will help?" I ask timidly. He looks at me and a tiny hint of his grin comes back. "It can't hurt!" He slam the rest of the glass and I hurry to pour him another, which he swigs half of in one gulp. "Well, I've never had that happen before." he says. "I'm pretty sure I've never DONE that before. Will you be all right? I feel horrible!" He manages a weak chuckle. I'll be all right. In a few hours or a day or so. I'm not going horseback riding anything soon, however." I risk a small giggle. "No, I suppose not. I just....didn't think. I wanted to be smooth and seductive, and then I thought silly and fun." "Do I look like I"m having fun?" he asks, but the smile is back. He finishes his glass of wine. "Come on, sit down. You don't have to stand there. I won't die. I might wish to, but I won't." "It's not that." I say in a small voice. "Then what is it?" he says with some concern. "I'm ...
    afraid you'll strangle me if you get your hands on me." He laughs out loud at that, and the motion of the laughter causes him to clutch himself anew, but he's still smiling as it subsides. "No, I'm not gonna kill you, you'd have to do far worse. I know it was an accident, but really, I'm going to be okay. C'mon, sit down." he pats the bed next to him. I sit down and run my fingers through his hair. "I feel like such an idiot. I've pretty much ruined the night and everything haven't I?" He looks me in the eyes very intently. "The night? Well, I'd say the original plans for it have been changed, but ruined? Not even. Everything else ruined? Not hardly. In case you haven't noticed, I kind of think you're pretty special." "Even if I've injured you?" "Even if. Janet, everything else has gone perfect. I still love the way you laugh, your smile still makes me happy, your legs are still very, very nice to look at, and while this took a turn for the worse, I'm not about to hold a grudge. Not with someone who makes me...feel like I do." Oh. My. "So you still would...want to kiss me?" He nods emphatically so I kiss him, but very carefully. He kisses back and our arms wrap around each other. The passion grows, but he stops suddenly. "Don't get me wrong, this is very, very nice, but if we keep kissing, part of me is going to want to do something that another part of me isn't quite....ready for at this moment in time, if you know what I mean?" He looks at me questioningly. "Ah I think I got ...
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