YOURS ONLY

My story is for Adult 18+ readers only. It contains explicit language, references and mature sexual scenes. This story contains threesome relationships, MMF, MM and MF scenarios. Consider yourself warned ahead of time. It this isn’t your thing, kindly skip it.

It’s just a story out of my imagination and I hope I can do it justice.

All names of characters and scenarios are a figment of my imagination, and bear no resemblance to real people or events.

This is a story in progress. Hope you enjoy reading it….. More stories to follow

Julian Harcourt rolled his large frame over, stretching it out, trying to wake up.

The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen was awakening his senses. His personal assistant had enlightened him on the perks of having a preset digital coffee maker.

That meant he could sleep in for those extra ten minutes if he needed them.

He finally swung his legs over the edge of the king sized bed, grabbing his sweat pants, sliding them over his naked frame. His well endowed erection was already hard, poking itself through the soft fabric of his pants, which hung half way down his ass.

He sauntered into his kitchen, opening his refrigerator, grabbing three organic eggs, some fresh spinach, broccoli, and cheddar cheese, Himalayan salt and organic fresh ground pepper, hungry for an omelette.

The freshly brewed Columbian coffee went perfectly with his healthy omelette.

He leaned back in his chair, enjoying his breakfast. His fingers rustled through his thick curly hair. Not as sensual as a woman would do it, but good enough.

His hard-on was calling him names. He adjusted himself in his chair, attempting to hide the bulk, to get more comfortable with himself.

His hand gripped tightly on his bulge, as if to tame it. There would be no way he would ever be able to stop what was inevitable.

It had been a while since he’d been with a woman. It was only a few weeks, but it had seemed like forever.

He now preferred one night stands to sleeping exclusively with one woman in his bed.

All of his male friends were paired off at the moment, either by marriage, engagement, or dating for sex only.

They were all sexually active, except for Julian, who envied their nightly liaisons. His friends had tried to fix him up, but all the woman he’d dated had required some sort of commitment from him, in addition to the sexual one.

Julian wasn’t interest in needy women. No matter how gorgeous, no matter how good between the sheets.

He was determined not to commit to another woman any time soon.

SERENA DESIDARIAN 👄

The lustful, the sensual, the beautiful Serena Desidarian was responsible for Julian’s lack of sexual appetite as of late.

The sultry beauty had left him for another man, leaving him wanting and needy and alone in his bed.

He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face, her sensuous body, their fire between the satin sheets together.

They were inseparable at one time, having had eyes for only each other.

They’d taken cooking classes together, swam naked in Julian’s private pool, made love on the private beach they shared on a vacation to Brazil; they’d made so many memories together.

Julian recalled the night they’d met. He was at a college graduation party for his younger cousin Arinze, who was being honored with a huge, expensive bash, to celebrate being named valedictorian of his graduating class.

He spotted Serena from across the room. She’d come to the party with a good friend of hers from work.

She wore a low cut backless dress that left little to the imagination. She held a champagne flute in her hand, as if caressing it. Very elegant.

Her body was perfection, her nippled breasts poked through the fabric of her dress, giving him a rise.

She had caught his eye from across the room, and he had caught hers. Suddenly she was walking toward him. He decided to meet her halfway.

“I’m Julian.”

“I’m Serena. Nice to meet you, Julian.”

”The pleasure is all mine, Serena.” His deep blue eyes pierced right through her.

She had already looked him up and down from across the room, which is why she decided to approach him.

Serena liked what she saw. Handsome as hell for starters.

Tall, great body, muscular, nice ass, a very handsome and a very virile man from what she could see. She knew Julian was a wealthy man, and slightly older than she was.

She allowed Julian to take her home with him that night, where their lust for each other helped to consummate their sexual desires.

The next morning they woke up in his sumptuous king sized penthouse bed, making love to each other again.

They were inseparable after that.

JULIAN’S POV

Maybe it was too forward to bring her home with me that first night that we’d met, but I knew I had to have her.

I sensed that she wanted me just as much, which is why I pursued a sexual relationship with her that led to my bedroom.

I remember how she came to me, undressed and already aroused, and ready to give herself to me completely.

I was never so ready to give myself to a woman so completely as I was to Serena, to pleasure her endlessly, to make her mine in every sense.

Her body was tanned, taut, and curvy in all the right places. Her long curls fell across her nakedness. She moved gracefully ever closer to my body, eyeing my well endowed erection.

I was already dripping with precum, when her lips ever so softly encased my perfect mushroom, drinking me in. My hand pushed her into taking all of me as it fisted her long locks tightly.

I knew instinctively that she would be an amazing lover, and I was right. I gave her everything I had that night, and she responded by letting me fuck her into oblivion.

It was the best night of my life; one I won’t ever forget.

That was the beginning of a new chapter, in my journey to become celibate with one woman.

I saw no reason not to commit sexually. New territory for me.

I thought she felt the same way, and I guess she did at first. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

We became inseparable. Took exotic vacations together, found private villas with personal staff to cater to our every whim. The only thing we had on our entire agenda was fucking. When, where, what kinds, how much?

Sex on our private beach, in our private swimming pool, in the Lake, on our private balcony, and in our own sumptuously, decorated with roses and candlelight, king sized bed.

I miss her so much.

I miss her laugh.

I miss her scolding me when I would tell an off color joke.

I miss that red silk dress that draped around her lithe figure, showcasing her full breasts and lovely ass, caressing them while leaving nothing to the imagination, as the dress shimmered under the light.

I miss doing the little things for her.

Getting her an ice cream cone from the local organic creamery.

Making us dinner for two. Complete with champagne and candlelight.

Lounging on the balcony to watch the stars, as we undressed each other in the darkness.

The touching. The feeling. The foreplay …

Then seducing her into a full night of incredibly intense passion.

I miss her on my arm, elegantly dressed, as we walked into a party, or a company function. Heads turned and eyes followed her wherever she walked.

I miss her in my shower, sensuously soaping my ass, getting me ready.

I miss waking up next to her nakedness every morning, claiming what was mine before we ever got out of bed.

I miss making love to each other on our Tantra sex furniture, contorting into different positions to enhance our erotic pleasures.

I miss restraining her with silk ties and having my way with her.

Then moving on to soft handcuffs and blindfolds.

I miss her doing the same things to me….

Or maybe I just need and miss all of the sex we experienced between the two of us.

Serena’s POV …

Julian was extremely sexual, so talented in the machinations of pleasuring a lady.

His looks didn’t hurt either; the way he presented himself was always above board, with a hint of mystery.

His wealth didn’t hurt either ….

When I first saw him I knew he was the man I’d been searching for.

He’s everything a woman could wish for. A funny guy, gorgeous looking from head to toe, with a libido to match everything else.

Very smart, intelligent, well dressed, rich, down to earth, passionate, playful, lovingly pleasurable,

and very well versed in the actual subject and implementation of most sexual activities.

With Julian, every day was an adventure, both in and out of bed. I think I was actually starting to fall in love with hiim at one point. I couldn’t help myself, even though I tried to proceed with caution.

Dangerous territory with Julian Harcourt, because I’d heard he had a reputation for loving the ladies. Sometimes with more than one at the same time. Not exactly my cup of tea, although I still found him intriguing.

I could tell he’d been around, by the way he had confidently approached me, by the he way he cunningly coaxed me into his bed, by the way he made me see and feel how much I truly desired to partner with him in that huge bed.

How he was so sure I’d say “yes” to him. He was right about that.

I made him work for it, to see how far he would take his seduction of me.

I actually wanted to see what he was made of. How long he would pursue me, would he give up quickly if he couldn’t have me in his bed immediately, or would he be in it for the long haul?

He definitely surprised me; his pursuit of my body intensified, because let’s face it, he was used to getting sex whenever he wanted it. Usually from the available flavor of the week, whoever that turned out to be.

It didn’t matter to Julian. All of them were beyond desirable, hot, sexy, erotic and beautiful. Willing to do things in the bedroom with him if they were cajoled into it.

I’d desired to meet, and to somehow eventually be bedded, by the one and only Julian Harcourt.

Now I’m questioning why I did’t just initially refuse his advances.

Instead I allowed him to initiate sexual relations with me in that huge sumptuous bed.

His reputation had preceded him. His conquests talked. And they bragged.

Consummate lover, killer body, fire between the satin sheets, demanding in the bedroom with certain women, lover of fine things, lavishly gifting his lovers with everything from exquisite lingerie, to flying them to his private island for a week of sex and lust.

A touch you would never forget.

I felt left out of the equation. I wanted to know what he was like too. I wanted to find out what they already knew. I wanted my piece of Julian Harcourt.

Julian Harcourt didn’t disappoint.

Maybe tangling between the sheets on your first night together, with a man you’d just met, wasn’t such a good idea for most people, but I’m not “most people, “ and neither is Julian.

When you can actually feel that physical intimacy waiting to happen, you know it’s real and it’s right.

So, why wait? Which is why we didn’t.

Our first time together was absolute fire and chaos, all rolled into one.

Julian was the consummate lover in my heart and in my mind. I just had to have him. To have more.

To have all of him.

Come get me, Julian…

I’m yours for the taking.