1. Discovery part 2


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: humblemetsuke, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    pleasure from that. Ergo, that MUST make you abusive, or a criminal in making or some other damn thing?” I nodded silently, in awe of her perceptiveness. “And you are afraid that I will think less of you for these desires?” Again, I nodded. She reached forward and gently took my hand, kissing it. Too stunned and fragile, I did not resist. “You suffer because you want to experience that with me, because you are physically attracted to me. And yet, your outdated and archaic sense of morality, is so strong, you fear that you are betraying me as a woman, as a friend.” She knew. God help me, she knew. It was like schizophrenia in reverse, a chattering, coldly contemptuous voice urging caution in my dealings with finally and abruptly ended and silenced without a reprieve. Shame faced, and utterly wretched, I mumbled a feeble apology and asked how she had worked out my feelings for her. “It was your foot, or more specifically, the limp. I know how sensitive you are about it, but any time you were around me, you always had someone else like Steven or Mark walk to the left of you. Either that or you would slow down considerably, or wear a long coat. Let me guess, to conceal it from me? Using natural camouflage or some obstruction to break the line of sight from the eyes? Tony, I just graduated in medicine. I am not a mind reader, but we do notice these things.” She continued. “It wasn’t ...
    just that, it tipped me off to the possibility, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I have to admit, you are very formless at the best of times and it can be very difficult trying to pin you down as to where your feelings are, or loyalties lie. It was also the hugs we had and shared. I noticed you always kept a safe distance between us, and you would never put your hands on my back. In psychiatry we call that an inverted formation.” My world was collapsing around me. All of my carefully constructed defences, surgically and deftly rendered inert with perceptive wisdom and compassionate logic. I was utterly broken, for if words were weapons, Claire had used an entire armoury upon me. I found myself entirely lost as to how best to step forward, and proceed appropriately. For so long I was trapped in the crystal palace of my own mind, the safe, familiar world where I was firmly able to run away and evade capture by never committing myself one way or another. I exercised the only option left open to me. “Where do we go from here?” With an impish smile, Claire sprang from her chair, knelt down in front of me, grasping both my hands in some cruel mockery of a marriage proposal. “Spank me, Tony. Make me sore and tender and writhing. Let my pain, replace yours.” She gripped my hand, and led me to her bedroom. As docile as a lamb to slaughter, I followed her, in blissful, euphoric astonishment.
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