1. The Fire Within


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    quietly for a long time, and I was content enough to let it lie. When she finally spoke, the pain in her voice wrung my heart. "You've met my boyfriend, right? Things are rough between us lately. He fell off a scaffold at work this summer and he has nerve damage. He is scheduled for surgery in March. Right now, he can't get fully hard, and there is a chance the surgery will make things worse." I've met the guy. He kind of seems like a jerk to me, but I wouldn't wish that kind of an injury and decision on anyone. I felt bad for her as well, but I had no idea of what to say to her. Into the silence that followed, she said, "I never thought I would be obsessed with anything. I have been obsessed now for months. Every guy I meet, I can't stop from imagining what his cock looks like when it gets hard. I can't stop from wondering what his hard cock would feel like." There was something I was supposed to be remembering. Something that I needed to cool the heat of lust that was burning in my loins. I had no problem imagining her touching my cock. I had no problem imagining her enjoying its hardness. "We can't have sex," she said quietly. "Please, let me hold it. Let me touch you." "We won't have sex," I repeated her words. "Yes." We were soaking in water over one hundred degrees. I swear I felt the heat radiating off of her body as she slid over next to me. Her eyes were burning as she stared into my face in the dim candlelight. Her eyes begged me not to turn her away. Her hands ...
    were burning as they wrapped around my hardness and I gasped in a deep gulp of frigid air. She drew a deep breath as her body trembled in reaction to her touch. She traced her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling the absolute hardness as she mapped the veins and ridges with her fingertips. Her eyes continued to implore my indulgence as she stroked the shaft. She looked like she was going to break into tears at any moment. "We can't have sex," she repeated, on the edge of tears. When I didn't say anything, she said, "I need to feel this inside of me. We won't move, I will just hold you there. It won't be sex." The lust I felt could find no flaw in her plan, and I slowly nodded for her to do it. She blinked actual tears as she floated up to straddle my body. She was blinking away a lot of tears as her eyes begged me not to stop her. Her hand did not let go of my shaft until she had lined up the head to guide me inside. She slid easily down onto my shaft. She was tight as hell and scalding hot as she settled around my shaft. She started to sob and she dropped her head to my shoulder. Cold was no longer part of my life. Hot and wet and hard were all that I knew. Her hot wet tears dripped on my shoulder. The hard wet nipples on her full breasts were pressed into my chest. Her hot wet folds pulsed around my shaft, even though neither of us moved. Only my awareness of her sadness and tears kept me from swelling up and exploding inside her. I slid my hand up to caress her neck and ...
«12345»