Sexual Conflict

Sexual Conflict Sexual Conflict

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Part fiction and part based on personal stuff; this story tells of a young frustrated man battling a fight with his own self on a topic that others have confronted with in their own lives. He has a memorable night that will either help or hinder him in finding out the truth about himself.

Summary

Part fiction and part based on personal stuff; this story tells of a young frustrated man battling a fight with his own self on a topic that others have confronted with in their own lives. He has a memorable night that will either help or hinder him in finding out the truth about himself.

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Submitted: July 24, 2015

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Submitted: July 24, 2015

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It was a crisp September evening when I got to my apartment in the Aurora suburbs around nine o' clock. It was getting late and I was feeling tired and irritable. I tossed my backpack on the bed after another round of night courses at the Metro State College of Denver. It wasn't like I had much of a social life these days. For some time I have become moody, tense, and in a hell of a mental tangle. Lately, I have been enduring an ongoing fight with myself that has been tearing me apart and the more I thought about it; the more I felt like I was losing my mind. I jumped into the shower and let the cold water trickle down my tired, aching, sweaty, and hard body. As I rubbed the bar of Irish Spring soap across my firm and slightly hairy chest; my mind kept on repeating those questions that have tormented me for so long.

“Who am I?” “What's wrong with me?” “Why me?”

I've kept on asking these questions so many times until I couldn't stand it any longer. After I finished rinsing and washing my dark brown curly hair I slid on a pair of black briefs and went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich and have two shots of cheap whiskey to help wash it down. I kicked back on my smooth black leather couch to watch a bit of TV. After I tossed back one more shot of whiskey I went to bed. I laid back on my pillow and had a smoke still reflecting on my nagging problems. Finally, I crushed my cigarette into the ashtray and turned out the lights. Slowly my body eased into sleep and my mind was beginning to let go of my troubles. I heard an occasional honk from some car up the street.

I went back to sleep when something very strange happened. I felt as though something or someone was playing with my hair; it actually felt really good. I caught a sweet intoxicating fragrance in the air that had a warm and powerful grip on me. Suddenly, I opened my eyes to see a tall gorgeous woman in a shiny red silk strapless dress, with icy cool blonde hair, brightly clear blue eyes, soft innocent-looking yet tantalizing rose-pink lips, and a body that could only belong to a voluptuous Greek goddess. I could hardly speak for I was captivated by this hot and seductive temptress. Finally I asked her:

“Where have you been all my life?”

“Waiting for you, master,” She replied in a cute and naive manner as she let her dress fall to the floor. She approached my bed and I could feel the sweat glisten on my forehead and my heart pound loudly like a big bass drum. She playfully slid off her soft silky bright blue bra and panties and stood before me in all of her lustful and delicious nakedness. My eyes were hypnotized by her lovely, luscious, and graceful big breasts. I got out of bed in a tensely eager moment to reach out and tenderly touch her body. It felt like I was electrocuted as my fingers touch and caress every single curve of her killer body. It felt warm, tender, and amazing. I playfully squeezed her breasts that resembled two perfectly crafted champagne orbs of erotic pleasure. They felt soft and warm in my hands as I rub, caress, kiss, and lick them. I held her in my arms to kiss that sinfully desirous mouth of hers hard. Our bodies felt great together as my hands slide all over her smooth tender back, her hair with that warm exotic perfume, and her lightly moist belly. Her kisses felt sweet and hot against mine then she looked up at me with those pure lovely eyes and I could feel her long slim hands curl around my hair. My hands made their way towards her soft delicate ass and I found myself playfully spanking her with my firm hand. She laughed in a coy child-like way as I did it again. I carried her to my bed and laid her gently down. Then I pulled down my briefs and jumped on top of her as we proceeded for several rounds of sensual lovemaking.

My lips touched every inch of her as she softly moaned with ecstatic delight. Then I told her in a firm voice:

“Lay on your stomach so I can plow your ass with my hard firm cock.”

“Yes master,” she replied as she did as she was told to do.

I came up close behind her and I fucked her hard while she moaned and groaned for more. Sometimes I would spank and or pinch her lightly on her bare and lovely ass. Finally, she asked:

“What else are you going to do to me, master?”

I walked over to the closet where I keep my kink gear and sex toys; put on a pair of black leather chaps, a pair of tight black leather gloves, and pick up a leather riding crop. Then I went over to a chest of drawers right next to the closet and took out a red silk blindfold and some bright green ropes. I told her to lay down on the bed as I placed the blindfold on her. Then I gently bound her wrists to the headboard then her ankles to the foot of the bed when it was completed I asked:

“Are you comfortable, my pretty little sex slave?”

“Oh yes, master.”

“That's a good girl.”

I kissed her warm, smooth, cheek as I took hold of the riding crop and let it play teasingly and tauntingly on her pearl-white body. I could see her biting her lips as the crop headed towards her soft precious belly and I let it playfully smack her .

“Do you want some more?”

“Yes please.”

I smacked her breasts a couple of times then very tenderly on her cheeks. Afterward, I asked:

“Would you like some wine?”

“Yes, master.”

After I removed the blindfold and the ropes and put them away I went into the kitchen and came back with two ice-filled glasses and a bottle of chilled red wine. We sat on the side of the bed as we sipped our drinks. I was feeling much better than I ever was before. She was so incredibly beautiful almost like an angel; a very naughty angel. When we finished our drinks I took a piece of ice out of my glass and let it gingerly touch her warm vibrant body. She made little cries of pleasurable excitement as the ice melted on that finely sculptured figure of hers. She kissed me and headed toward the bathroom and I could hear her turn on the shower. I went in to join her and held her wet soft body close to mine and for a while we kissed and enjoyed touching each others' bodies.

After we were done we dried each other and went back to bed and we laid close together with me holding her tight in my strong arms. It was nice to cuddle with a sexy woman in my bed than just to lay alone. I could hear her heart beat against mine. It was one of the most pleasant moments I ever spent in all my life.

Suddenly I could feel the warmth of hot heavy breathing as though I were in a furnace. At first I thought it was the girl but it seemed to come from somewhere behind me. I turned around to discover a tall, devilishly attractive, well-built guy with short, spiky, fiery red hair, freckled face, piercing green eyes like bright sparkling emeralds.

“Wait a minute, you've got the wrong place,” I said to this guy then he replied rather slyly:

“No baby I've found the place I was looking for.”

I turned over to see if the girl was there but she disappeared. I confess I was getting worried and pissed off by her going away like that. The red-head stood over me by the bed with that devil-may-care smile on his slightly rugged face. I could feel his strong firm hand caressing my face and he pressed his sensual curving lips on mine and I pushed him away.

“Hey I don't swing that way, pal.”

“It's okay; no one has to know about it and I can sure make your body ache and tingle with my kind of love.”

He went over to the closet and put on the black leather chaps that I had on and he also brought out a brown leather paddle. Then he went over to the drawers and took out some lengths of bright red rope. He spotted the spanking bench over in the far corner of the room and he said:

“Assume the position.”

I did as I was told and he bound my wrists and ankles to the bench. Then he took out a ball gag from one of the drawers and placed it carefully in my mouth. I quivered with fearful anticipation but with a strange sense of passionate suspense. He walked up behind me and after a brief silence he brought the paddle down on my smooth tight ass. I gave a stifled cry through the gag. I heard him say:

“If you want me to do it again; nod your head.”

I did and he spanked me a few more times then he sat in front of me. He just looked at me with a slight smirk on his handsome face when he said:

“You're moving.”

I gave out a muffled cry.

“Is that a safe word I heard?”

He removed the gag and when I finally found my voice I said:

“I just have two questions I need to ask you Sir.”

“Ask away, slave,” He responded.

“First, who are you?”

“Does it really matter?”

“No.”

“Next, what do you want from me?”

“All I want is to own your strong perfect body so I can sexually torment it.”

I was no longer afraid of this strong dominating example of attractive masculinity. Strangely enough I was getting turned on by his control of me. It felt a little different when I controlled the girl. He unfastened me from the bench and held me tight in his warm powerful arms and kissed me all over my body. My lips touched his strong beautifully chiseled pecs and his moderately hairy abs. His fingers stroked through my hair while his lips were on my neck and shoulders. His hand gripped mine like a vice as he led me to the bed and took out a pair of steel handcuffs I keep near my bed. He positioned my hands above my head then he took some nipple clamps and placed them carefully on my bright pink nipples. It all felt weird but I was so turned on by his magnificent physique and dominance that I didn't care. He picked up an ostrich feather tickler from the closet and I couldn't help from saying:

“Please don't.”

“Your mouth says no but your eyes say yes.”

He let the smooth light feather touch my already aroused chest that trembled. I giggled here and there when he tickled my neck, face, and legs. Then he would give a slight yank on the clamps which would could cause me to yelp as he did so. We went on like this for a while then he removed the clamps and was on top of me with his broad shoulders, hard-rock chest, and his long, hard, nine-inch cock stabbing out at me which I looked at with awestruck amazement and carnal-filled delight.

We kissed, caressed, sucked, and fucked for some hours. We were like wild primitive animals pouncing and digging our fingers into each others' moist flesh. I was really liking this guy and how he made my body feel so good. Then I felt the lips of someone else and I was surprised to find it was the girl again. She joined in and kissed my body while the guy used his tongue to lick my body like a dog in heat. The room was getting pretty warm in here with our three naked bodies entwining in sweaty, lustful, and passionate desire. I could feel both of their lips and tongues descend on my excited body. I giggled, moaned, and groaned until I was longing for more. I felt like I was on a roller coaster going wild. They proceeded to suck and fuck as well as incorporating some of the sex toys and kinky gear we had used before.

I was filled with a strange sense of confusion in this awesome and sensual threesome. They were both great and tantalized me until I couldn't think anymore. Yet, I still felt a bit uncomfortable and I was about to tell them to stop when they continued to pleasure me with their bodies. The more they did it the more I was felt like I was torn apart by the choice I would one day have to make; but it was so hard to decide because they were both terrific, hot, and completely satisfied my body. I thought I was about to scream in useless defeat. In the end I didn't care anymore and I let them take control of my pent-up sexually charged body. I just laid on the bed till I fell into unconsciousness....

My alarm clock jangled its loud shrilling tone in the room. I shut it off and splashed some cold water in my face to help wake me up. As I stood before the bathroom mirror drying my face; I was still struggling with those maddening questions that was coming back to me after that wonderfully wild erotic dream I had last night.

“Who am I and why did this have to happen to me?”

I jumped into the shower and prepared for another dull tiring day with me fighting this sexual conflict about myself. Maybe it was something I could do nothing about....


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