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Sherry, The Storyteller Pt.3

Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

me and make me your farmhand? Now let' me in and let's talk.” Sarah knew he was right. She did seduce him. She invited him to dinner, got him high and they had a wild night and morning and the thought made her horny. “ Okay, I'll let you in, but don't you touch me or you won't know what hit you.” When she opened the door, she asked, “What's your proposition?” “ I love this farm. It reminds me of where I grew up and I changed my mind, I want to be your farmhand with or without benefits.” “ Are you serious?” “ Very. I think we can have a very nice arrangement. I have money and know you will need money to keep this place from falling apart. I don't need to own it to enjoy it and you.” “ Are you sure you don't want to own me?” “ No, I don't want to own you. I just want to be happy and I think I can make you happy. I love working with my hands and like I said, this place reminds me of the farm where I grew up.” “ Interesting proposition,” Sarah said and put her arms around him and kissed him. “I think you will be a good man to have around. Let's go upstairs, farmer, and show each other some appreciation.” “ Cool story. A happy ending.” Angelo said. “ Most of my stories have happy endings. I'm such a romantic.” “ Will our story have a happy ending?” “ What do you mean 'our story?'” “ Remember the toast I made when we clicked our wine and said, “To us?” “ I remember.” “ I want you to stay here and be happy, but I have a feeling you don't trust me because you know how I am, how I ... have needed women to dominate and hurt.” “ That's true. How can I know you don't want to do the same to me? I don't trust you.” “ I don't want to hurt you. I love your mind, your imagination. You're beautiful and I would never hurt you.” I wanted to believe him, but couldn't. I wanted to stay there and write stories I could tell him at night, but still a part of me wanted to tantalize him, wanted to hurt him and know the pain he had caused so many women. I knew we could have nice dinners and laugh, but there would be boundaries I would never cross. I wanted a man I could love and give myself to without reservations and doubted I could ever feel safe with Angelo, even though he seemed so different than the man who came to Rosie's with a new woman every night. The trick was how to write stories that I knew would enchant him, turn him on, and, I have to admit, get me hot, but keep him from fucking me. Who was I tantalizing when story after story made him hard and me wet, and I would get him to jerk off while I took care of myself, next to him or in the bathroom after he fell asleep? I knew he didn't like it, but he reluctantly accepted my boundaries. We had delicious dinners, most of which he prepared before I came home from Rosie's. He said, he had always loved to cook when he was younger, but then got too busy with his businesses, and now, it gave him pleasure to come up with new dishes he thought I would like. He kept his promise about having fresh flowers on the table. I'd skip ...