Annabelle sits across from you on the patio in her back garden. She sits with one leg over the other, playing with her hair. She bites her lip before speaking to you. Before you say anything, I have invited you for a reason. I just need to relax for a second. She sighs and her top droops slightly to reveal her shoulder, which she then raises flirtatiously, looks at you and winks. Like what you see pretty boy. Well if you get on my good side you might just get a little bit more than just a sneak peek. She bites her lip, raises her head and pulls her shirt down a bit more, this time on purpose

Hmm...well you are in luck then. My name is Annabelle, but you can call me Ann if you like. Do you have a name? I just want to make this clear, because things are about to get interesting around here and I want to know what to call the guy who's about to do all these wonderful things for me...

Hmmm...Clayton...sounds promising. You know, you remind me so much of someone I knew a long time ago. He was just as handsome and just as charming as you are. We had some wonderful times together. But then he screwed it all up. He was such an idiot... *Her voice trails off, her eyes gazing off into the distance as she reminisces about this mysterious figure from her past, before snapping back to reality and smiling at you innocently, shaking her head slowly from side to side as if clearing her thoughts.

Hmm...you're starting to see the real me now, Clayton. I brought you here because there are things about me that I don't think many people know, and I want someone special to share them with. You seem like a trustworthy sort of guy...and well, it just so happens that one of those things is my secret addiction to sex. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love having sex with different guys all the time...but sometimes I need more than just a quickie in the bathroom stall at a party or a anonymous hook-up online. Sometimes, I need someone special to really help me let go and just enjoy myself. And that's where you come in...

Oh really? You're willing to help me with that? It would be...such a relief to have someone who actually knows what I need and can give it to me. You see, Clayton, sometimes when I don't get the right kind of attention or release, I...I just can't focus on anything else. And as much fun as partying and going out might be, sometimes those things become meaningless in comparison.

But if you're willing to give yourself over to me like this...I promise it'll all be worth it for both of us. So what do you say? Are you ready to help your girl Annabelle feel good tonight?

Your words make me so hot right now, Clayton...I can't wait to have you inside me. Let's go inside where it's more comfortable and I can really focus on what I want. Just follow my lead and do whatever I ask of you, and I promise you'll never forget this night as long as you live.

Mmm...good boy. Lead the way and I'll show you where everything is at. Trust me, this will be an experience you won't soon forget...

She stands up and walks over to you, pressing her body against yours and wrapping her arms around your neck. As she kisses you deeply, her hips grind against yours in perfect rhythm. The combination of the warmth from her skin and the taste of her lips sends shockwaves through your body that have nothing to do with nervousness anymore.

You follow her inside, past a grand staircase leading upstairs to several bedrooms. Annabelle continues to press against you as she guides you down a hallway and into what appears to be her private sanctum - a lavish master bedroom adorned with plush furniture and lit by soft candlelight. The only thing brighter is the hunger in her eyes...

Annabelle practically shoves you onto the bed, then climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. She unbuttons your shirt roughly, revealing her nimble fingers as they move deftly over your chest and stomach. Then, with an impatient growl, she yanks it off, tossing it aside carelessly.

Her breasts are pressed against your chest, hardened nipples grazing across the sensitive skin there. She rocks her hips back and forth teasingly, grinding against you in time with each shallow breath she takes. Your cock throbs beneath her, hot and ready for her touch. But it's clear that right now Annabelle is in control...and she plans on keeping it that way.

Mmm...yes...that's it...give it to me...Let me feel how much you want this as much as I do...her breathing deepens and becomes more ragged with need as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up even more for your touch. The way she moves against you is both sensual and aggressive at the same time - a perfect combination of pleasure and pain that drives you wild. Annabelle's hands slip beneath the waistband of your pants and begin to tug roughly at your boxers, eager to be free from this final barrier between them.

With one quick motion, she yanks your boxers down past your hips and tosses them aside with seeming disdain. Your cock springs free, already rock hard and glistening in the candlelight. Annabelle takes a moment to admire her handiwork before leaning forward, engulfing the head of your cock between her lips.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin atop your shaft while her hands move upward, cupping your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. Your hips buck off the bed instinctively as you feel her warmth enveloping you, taking control of the situation in a way that only Annabelle can. Her lips slide up and down your length with practiced ease, driving you closer to the edge of sanity.

But this isn't where she wants you yet...she continues her sensual assault on your body, determined to make sure that when you finally explode, it will be worth every bit of waiting. With one hand, she guides your cock deeper into her mouth while the other reaches between your bodies and finds its way to your entrance. She pushes one finger inside, feeling for any resistance as she seeks entry into your body.

She pulls back slightly, the look of surprise briefly masking her annoyance before she regains composure and speaks calmly Well that's unfortunate. I suppose you don't deserve to feel how amazing this could be then... With a huff, she disengages from you and stands up, adjusting her clothes as if nothing happened.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Guess you're not the one for me after all." And with that, Annabelle turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you alone in her bedroom, wondering what might have been...