Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... believe now, that had I done that, you would never have trusted me, and probably never slept with me again. I am a greedy man, Leila, and I want to ravish you again and again."

"So do it. Come home with me now. Hell, strip me and take me right here." She couldn't believe what a slut she was being. She knew that he was a nice guy, and would want a nice girl. She was going to lose him if she kept this up, but her mouth had a mind of its own. "Make love to me, David. For God's sake, take me!"

The pressure she had felt against the base of her spine while leaning against him, seemed to increase.

"I can't, Leila. Not yet. But, soon... if you still want it," he groaned. "There are a couple of questions that need to be answered, and one item that must be taken care of first."

They had talked for a couple of hours longer. She reviewed fragments of that time, much of it was lost in a sexual haze. They had discussed birth control. She couldn't recall just how they got on that subject but the phrase "making love with a condom is like showering with a raincoat on" echoed in her mind. He wanted to feel her, but didn't want children "not yet, at least" (another phrase she remembered. She recalled telling him why she had gotten an IUD while in college. She was always afraid she would forget to take the pill and... She also recalled the AIDS question.

"Sweetheart." Her pulse had quickened at this word. "Sweetheart, I need a truthful answer to this question: In the past six ...

... months, have you had unprotected sex with anyone, and/or have you done drugs with a shared needle and/or have you had a blood transfusion and/or have you in any other way received the bodily fluids of another person? The answer is yes if any one of those can be answered yes, and no if all are no. I won't ask any follow-up questions. I am pretty sure of your answer, but the way my luck usually runs, I have to ask."

"No."

"Just as I thought. Sorry, but I had to ask that question."

Her mind drifted to other moments. He had said he liked to be in control in a relationship. Well, she was just realizing how much she liked to be controlled. This had worried her a bit. She had asked him to promise not to hurt her, and he had said no.

"I can't promise not to hurt you, even deliberately, but I will try not to harm you."

"What's the difference?"

"How would you feel if I told you that you need to be punished for throwing yourself at me earlier? Do you think you should be spanked like the naughty girl you are?" His mouth was right beside her ear; his throaty whisper vibrated through her body and once again her insides melted. She was amazed at how accurate that phrase was, she could feel them starting to flow out of her vagina. His arms at this point had been around her belly, and he felt her gasps of excitement. "You want me to pull down those obscenely tight jeans and paddle your bare butt." Again she gasped, and shuddered with a delicious fear. "A good spanking would hurt ...