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Men are not Boys

Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: WetWithWords, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

She walked out of the elevator onto the tenth floor of the building with the address she received a little over an hour ago. The message that proceeded was simple. "I want you, come to me." Her heart was pounding in her throat and she could feel a mix of excitement and fear surge from the warm wetness between her thighs all the way up through her chest to the base of her spine. The thrill of the unknown seemed to flush her face with warmth and she could almost feel her anticipation on her skin like sweat. As she took her first steps forward, she noticed the clean woody smell of the hallway. Was it cedar? Walking past several doors, she reached her destination, 1012. She knocked. Through her teen years, and into her twenties Mandy had dated guys that were mostly her age. It was fun, and entertaining, but they just never seemed to get it. They were rude, over-competitive, and seemed to squabble over simple things. The sex, for the most part was good --god knows they could fuck fast-- but it never seemed to last long enough. Sure, they could get her off, but so could her hitachi, and it didn't tell penis jokes minutes before trying to seduce her. Then she met Mark and everything changed. Mark was different in almost every way. He was older, confident, stable and in control of himself all the time. He seemed to naturally command the attention of everyone around him but it was hard to pinpoint why. He was attractive and he was fit but that wasn't why. It was almost like he had ... an aura that put anyone around him under a spell. When Mandy introduced Mark to her friends, it was strange. Her girlfriends were sucked in by his presence the same way she was when she first met him. The boys' reaction was completely unexpected though. They didn't squabble, they didn't act overly competitive, they didn't seem to challenge him at all. It was almost like they knew better, like they could feel this man's dominance reign over all of them. The door opened revealing Mark and instantly she knew she was his, knew she was safe. He reached for her left hand, lifted it gently and kissed it hard while staring into her eyes. A surge of pleasure ripped through her hand, up her arm. His touch and kiss was like pleasure on fire. "Please, come in Mandy," he said, while gently guiding her in. "Thank you." "Put your bag on the table there and let me hang up your coat." She put her purse down and felt him gently lift her coat off her shoulders. She let him take it and turned to watch him hang it in the closet. She heard the soft sound of music she recognized, but didn't know from where. She turned to find its source. The room was spacious and efficiently furnished. There was a white leather sofa, a matching white leather ottoman, and stereo with a fancy looking record player slowly spinning away. Behind that was a series of floor to ceiling windows overlooking downtown and the water. She walked over, pressed her hands against the glass and watched in awe as the sun's last rays ...