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A Twist of Sex

Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Incest, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

hurried back into the living room and looked for my nightgown. This was all a big mistaking on my part! What was I going to explain to Sebastian? By the time he turned up into the living room, I had long covered my nakedness. Well, he had veiled his as well. “Mia, I didn't picture you had such a breathtaking body. I am fascinated with that, honestly." How dare he gave voice to that filth? "Damn you, Lucas," was all I could say. That was when he started acting weird around me. Whenever we were alone, he would caress me and peck my skin. I did everything I could to keep away from him. Sebastian was close to catching us in erotic positions limitless times. "Lucas, I am a married woman; married to your own dad for sanity's sake. Will you please respect that?" He chuckled every time I said that. It was as though I was wasting my time explaining worthless things to him. "I like you, Mia. Nothing is going to stop me from having you. Do you hear that?" I miss Lucas Wyatt; my sin-given spouse; the man I prefer to spend my nights with. He might be away. Yet memories of him are intense like sweet, flaming incense. For six nights now, I have been sleeping by myself in our enormous lush bed. Here—there is no one to hold me to his naked chest; no one to peck my forehead and caress my breasts. My nights are lonesome and dull without him. It cannot be true. I do not have the smallest faith in my eyes when I look forward and see him. He stands mutely, his luggage ditched on the airport ... floor. He is dressed in pale jeans and a pitch-black jacket that looks to be made of leather. His eyes are weary. With a thrilled grin, I step towards him and stretch out my arms. He unfolds his and we squeeze like a man and a woman who have been kept apart for time endless. We are not old; we are still in the spring of our lifetime. Lucas is twenty-nine. I am twenty-five. We began dating shortly after his dad divorced me. I have not forgotten how troublesome and loose a gentleman he was. I attempted everything in my power to not fall for him; when he became aware of this, he used the most prevailing charm he could on any woman to trick me into his arms. I have no regrets that I became his willful victim in the end. “You are back, Lucas,” I state calmly. I do not quit smiling at him. He presses me as hard as he possibly can. I can locate those emotions—feelings of sexual desire and hunger. It seems he hasn’t cheated on me this time. The other time he was in New York he did. It hurt me for days. I was not able to eat with ease or speak to him or make love to him. Now I have come to this realization—you can’t change the color of the sky just because it is not your favorite. In any relationship, there will forever be sparkly moments and gloomy ones. “I came back for you, Mia. Nothing else led me here save for you.” His voice spills like sweet honey into my ears. It softens my stony heart and overpowers me with affection. I pull back from him leisurely and look into his cheery eyes. ...