True Sex Stories: Volition

I had intended to go into work early. Often I reach a peak efficiency in the hour before my officemates arrive and disrupt my rhythm. I woke before Amadeo, showered, and dressed.

Before departing, I leaned over my lover's naked, slumbering body and kissed him on the cheek.

"Stay," he said sleepily, tugging at my arm.

I sat on the edge of the mattress. Reaching a hand under the sheets, I cupped his balls, and, ignoring the taste of morning breath, kissed him on the lips. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth.

A sigh escaped me when I broke the kiss. "I should go," I stated. My fingers held his penis. As usual, because of a full bladder, he was mostly erect at daybreak.

He fondled my breast. He sucked on my bottom lip.

I directed a look at the clock on the nightstand and sighed again.

"I want your clothes off," he whispered. The voice had steel.

"I want you to fuck me," I responded. "But I need to go." I kissed him once on the chest, above his heart.

He brought me horizontal and straddled me. "Safeword or strip," he challenged. The penis rode against my belly.

I like it when a man asserts his will over me.

I looked up at him. He released my wrists from the pillow where he had pinned them.

I turned to glance at the clock and met his eyes once more.

The choice was mine.

My fingers stumbled over the buttons of my shirt. We had sex by Amadeo's demand, but by my volition.

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