Meeting James Chapter 9
Date: 5/31/2017, Categories: True Story, Consensual Sex, Lesbian, Group Sex, Written by women, Author: melanieatplay, Source: sexstories.com
I sat on the large couch in the middle of the great room of the suite, slowly sipping my coffee. My legs were pulled up in a fetal position with my arms wrapped securely around them. I felt so tired from only getting a couple of hours of sleep, yet my mind was whirling almost uncontrollably as I mentally replayed the events of the previous evening. In the short time, I had been with James, we had done many things that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At times, our sex had been gentle and loving. But most of the time, he was very rough, aggressive, and demanding with me. However, nothing that I had experienced previously could have prepared me for what we had done the night before. I had never let anyone restrain me, and even though I had been spanked during my childhood by my father when I misbehaved, I had never been spanked with anything other than a hand. Being spanked with the flogger, and especially seeing its catastrophic effects the morning after, had really shaken me. During the spanking, the erotic feeling of the act itself and the pain just seemed to add to the intense, carnal experience of being restrained. Seeing the red marks all over my body, and especially the deep red welts on my ass had given me such an uneasy, apprehensive feeling. As I reflected, what troubled me the most was not what we had done, but rather what James had said. He told me, in the heat of that intense sexual moment, that I actually enjoyed the pain that he was inflicting on me. The very ... thought that I may have liked what he did, or more accurately, what I let him do, was almost too horrendous for me to even contemplate. I jumped slightly when I heard a knock on the door of the suite which broke me out of my thoughts. Slowly, I rose from the couch and opened the door and found myself peering into Gianna’s sympathetic, caring eyes. “Mel, are you alright?” “I’m fine honey,” I said, as she melted into my arms and we kissed passionately. “God you scared me to death with that phone call, I thought something was wrong,” she said, the panicked tone leaving her voice once she saw I wasn’t in any type of peril. I sat down on the couch and curled my legs under me and watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down next to me. “Where is James?” she asked between sips. “You told me he wasn’t leaving until tomorrow.” I proceeded to tell her about his son’s asthma, the medical emergency, and how he had to catch a flight back to Los Angeles. “An allergic reaction to medication, especially in cases of asthma, is serious, but as long as they got him to an Emergency Room, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Gianna had nearly completed the third year of her RN program, so hearing her words gave me some measure of relief concerning James’ son. We sat silently for several minutes sipping our coffee. I dreaded the thought of telling her why I had a panic attack when James left, but the ‘elephant in the room’ could only be avoided for so long until… “Mel, you sounded like you were ...