Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... orgasms, but a pleasant gentle one, a sweet satisfaction. As she leaned back, glowing, she glanced at David's face, only to see his eyes swing over to the stage and rest on the dancer. She had heard the announcement for another person, but had not been paying attention. He was looking at the dancer! She bit down on the finger, hard. Not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave marks.

"What the hell was that?" David asked in astonishment, as he pulled his hand back to examine the wound. Leila looked at his face, looked over at the stage, then looked back at him accusingly. "So that's it!" Cyndi was just a couple of tables away, and David beckoned to her and made a couple of gestures that Leila did not see. Cyndi saw them and nodded, then returned to taking orders from her customers. "We have to get a few things straight, lover. First of all, I like to look at women. I truly believe that all normal men like to look at women, and I sure as hell am not going to apologize for it. Men have their own feelings, and those feelings are not wrong simply because women feel differently. Secondly, as an extension of the previous, I - and most men - like to look at naked women. Again this is natural. This is why mankind has survived, hell, has flourished. I'm glad I like to see naked women, and again I'm not going to stop looking. I've told you photography is one of my hobbies - just what do you think my favourite subject is?" Leila looked at him a bit sheepishly. ...

... "Thirdly, you know that biting me like that was wrong. Particularly as I had done nothing to hurt you, but had actually given you pleasure. You know I can't let you get away with it. But since it is your first offense, I'll give a mild punishment."

Cyndi placed the scissors on the table as she walked by to fill the orders she had taken. Leila felt David's finger poke against her side through the parted seam, and then rip it open to the hem. The scissors cut the hem, then the bottom of the short arm until the cut met the open seam. David then cut the other side of the shirt through the hem up the seam and on to the end of the arm. She was now wearing a short poncho. But he hadn't finished. He cut from the bottom of the back right up to the collar and repeated this on the front. The scissors sliced the collar, front and back. Leila was sitting frozen, no, paralysed. The two halves of her shirt were still hanging from her shoulders. She did not dare to budge. The scissors sliced from the end of the sleeve along the shoulder and through the collar, and two pieces fluttered to the floor. Again the scissors. Two more pieces fell.

"I hope you realize now that biting will not be tolerated," the stern warning came. She slowly nodded, her elbows clasped tightly against her sides, her hands clasped in front of her throat, almost as if in prayer. "That's all right then." She listened to the soft words. "It's all over, you can relax now." Relax! She was sitting in a crowded bar in her ...