Teasing Julian
Copyright© 2026 by Ariana
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Seventy-five percent of this story is true. In reality, I was terrified during this scenario, and my escape from a possible killer was far more difficult than I describe here. I had arranged a weekend overnight date with Julian, but before that, we had a compatibility date. The first date went well, and I was genuinely looking forward to the weekend and the hot sex it would provide.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Horror Mystery Oral Sex Safe Sex Caution
I recently discovered that Will has been secretly writing and publishing stories online about my personal sexual experiences and our travels—without ever asking for my consent or input. When I found out, I was furious. I’ve always written my own stories in my own voice, sharing what feels right to me, because these are my experiences and I want to express them from my perspective. I confronted Will and told him to stop writing about me. He admitted that it excites him to write about me being fucked by other men, and said, “Ariana, you’re so hot and sexy and you take care of all my needs, but it turns me on to know other men want you—even though you’re mine.”
In a moment of anger, I told Will that I would keep meeting other men, but that he shouldn’t expect me to share the details. While he’s at work, he won’t know whether I’m out shopping or seeing someone else. Although I tend to forgive quickly, I’ll let him wonder for a while.
That night, Will came to bed all horny and thinking he could make it all right by just having some play time. He was right of course I wasn’t going to deny myself, so I came on to him like I usually do. Hey, I never turn down sex with Will, but I had a game plan all laid out in my mind.
Will pulled my panties off and started kissing my belly down to his favorite dish. His tongue and technique always drive me wild, and soon I was having an orgasm that doubled me up. Will always goes for at least three climaxes for me, so when I had my third, we moved into a different position. By then, we are both ready for more. I love the feel of his cock as it parts my wet cunt and slips in up to his balls. My pussy lips grab and caress his cock on every stroke. He loves to fully insert his cock then do a stir around and around with his balls caressing my ass and his cock stirring my love hole. I feel myself building and building, and I shout out for him to cum with me, and he does, spilling his love juice into my receptive pussy. Will and I do not go for a marathon every time we have sex.
As we lie there basking in the afterglow, I cuddle in his arms. He asks me if everything is forgiven. I reply, “Yes, all is forgiven, but you still have to pay the price for writing my stories. You can write your own stories, but not mine. Do you understand?” He assures me that he does. You better, or next time the other guys will be getting your pussy while you will have to use your hand.
The next morning, we slept until the alarm went off, then Will showered while I started the coffee and microwaved a couple of two-day-old donuts to freshen them. When Will came out, I poured us both a cup of coffee, and I handed him a donut on a paper towel. We started chatting about the day’s events, and he asked me to get him a few things if I went to the store. I told him that I would, because I needed to buy some more condoms anyway. I saw him perk up, but he didn’t say anything. After he finished his donut and was sipping his coffee, he asked me if I had any plans for the day, and I just told him that I had a few errands to run. He put his coffee cup in the sink, then came over and kissed me, saying, “I love you.” I told Will, “I love you, hon. Have a good day at work.”
After Will left, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and did a little house cleaning. I have a lunch date with a prospective new client to see if we are compatible. He is a new member on my adult website who signed up as a “Lifetime Member Plus”, which allows him to have sex with me if we find each other compatible over a lunch date. It’s not prostitution because the money he paid is for membership and no guarantee of sex. He could have joined at the lower “Lifetime Member” rate, but at that rate, you must be videotaped and photographed for usage on my website to have sex with me. Although I never use male facial photos on my website.
As I glanced at the clock, I realized I needed to get ready. I took a shower and went through all the essentials a woman does before a date. I checked my nail polish, and it still looked great. After that, I styled my hair and applied my makeup. Julian seemed like a classy guy, especially since he invited me to a nice restaurant, so I decided to dress up a bit. I started with a white garter belt and black stockings, then added a pair of sheer black panties. Finally, I put on a whitek push-up bra without cups. I slipped on a white blouse that allowed my nipples to be seen very nicely. I then wore a navy blue suit. The skirt rested an inch above my knees, and the long-sleeve jacket was adorned with two rows of gold buttons down the front. I finished the look with a pair of five-inch high heels. When I glanced in the mirror, I thought to myself, “I look pretty hot,” which gave me a nice boost of confidence.
I grabbed my purse and headed out. I still had to purchase those items for Will and condoms for me. Well, not so much for me, but I like to have them if the man I’m with decides he wants to do anal, he can choose when to wear it. If he goes from my pussy to my ass, he doesn’t need one, but going the other way, he does, because I don’t need an infection. Of course, Will wants me to use a condom with every man, and I usually do when it is the first time we have met, but even then, sometimes in the heat and excitement, I forget.
It’s about a twenty-minute ride to the restaurant of Julian’s choice. Nestled within a hidden enclave of towering oak trees and thick, enchanting woods, the restaurant exuded a sense of charm and seclusion. The weathered sign, adorned with hand-carved lettering, proudly proclaimed, “The Old Gotham Inn,” its rustic appearance hinting at stories of the past. As I arrived, I was greeted by a nearly empty parking lot, home to just a handful of cars, a testament to the early lunch hour.
Pushing open the imposing wooden door, I was instantly enveloped by a dimly lit ambiance that transported me to a bygone era. The flickering candlelight cast playful shadows against the stone walls, reminiscent of banquet halls filled with knights donning glimmering armor and echoing laughter that seemed forever etched in time. The air was thick with the rich aroma of hearty dishes, promising a unique experience within these hallowed walls.
The hostess, dressed as a peasant girl from a bygone era, approached me. I mentioned that I was meeting my gentleman friend, Julian, for lunch. She glanced at her schedule and replied, “Yes, my lady, he is waiting for you in the King William I dining room. Will you please follow me?”
As we walked down the hallway, I noticed that each room was named after a different king. Most of the doors were open, revealing tastefully decorated interiors with antique furniture from that period. I assumed the furnishings were replicas and not original pieces. Each closed door bore the name of a different king.
Soon, the hostess paused and directed me to the door of the King William I room. I stepped inside to find Julian rising from his seat. As he approached me, he exclaimed, “Ah, Ariana, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you!” He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “Welcome to the room of William the Conqueror, the first king of England. I have always found him fascinating, which is why I requested this room.” He continued, “Come, have a seat.” He gestured to a plush chair at the elegant wooden table before taking his seat next to me.
With the name Julian, you might picture a short, overweight, balding man with thick glasses. That was the first impression my mind conjured, and I apologize to all Julians I may have inadvertently slighted. In reality, Julian was quite the opposite: about six feet tall, 175 pounds, with thick brown hair, brown eyes, and a rugged, unshaven look. From the intimate photos he sent me, there was no doubt—he was all man.
He poured me a glass of Chablis from a bottle in the ice bucket. Forgive me for assuming your beverage choice is Chablis; let’s have a toast, and then you can order whatever you like. I told him that Chablis is fine and one of my preferred drinks. Julian said, “Ariana, I would like to make a toast to you—a woman who brings joy and comfort to men who are often lonely and looking for a friend.” I blushed, clinked glasses with him, and took a sip of the cold, refreshing wine.
I took a minute to look around and the room was quite amazing. The walls were a brief history of Williams life with paintings, flags and family crests. Along one wall was a padded bench where the cushion was made to look like it was packed with straw. The table for four was heavy oak and worn as if it was the same table that William ate at. The room was fascinating.
Julian spoke up and said, “Ariana, I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering lunch for us because I wanted to ensure we fully enjoyed this historic meal. I ordered a favorite English dish: a chicken, beef, and corn potpie. It’s not like those frozen pies you can buy at the grocery store.”
I replied, “That sounds fine.”
Julian continued, “Ariana, I want to tell you that you are even more beautiful than your pictures suggest. I love your sense of fashion; it’s very lovely. I would like to invite you to an all-night date at the Bear Cub Lodge, starting Friday afternoon and continuing into Saturday morning. They have a heated pool for relaxing, a beautiful lounge, and an elegant dining room with excellent food, or so I’ve heard.”
I had already decided that Julian was safe, and since he matched the profile he had sent, I saw no reason not to meet him. So I replied, “That sounds wonderful, Julian. Can we meet around 1 PM?”
Julian responded that it would be great. He then said, “I’d better check on the food. Gabriel, how long until our lunch is served?” A male voice replied, “In about 3 minutes and 20 seconds, sir.”
Julian explained, “This is a restaurant of the future, but the setting is ancient England and the kings that ruled there. It is about 90% automated, with the exception of the hostess and the kitchen staff. The only people you’ll see coming through the door are the hostess and other customers. If you want total privacy, just close the door. Everything here is voice-operated. The way it works here is when you arrive, you scan your credit card and are assigned a room by the hostess. The credit card holder will be billed for all food and drink served to that room.”
“Let me give you a demonstration,” he added. Gabriel shut the door, which swung shut smoothly. “Gabriel, give us ambient lighting,” Julian instructed, and the lights dimmed slightly. “Gabriel, play some soft dinner music,” he continued, and music began to fill the room.
I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow, that is incredibly impressive! I can only imagine what they will come up with next!” Just at that moment, a soft buzzing sound echoed from the entrance, prompting Julian to call out, “Come on in!”
The door swung open, revealing a sleek mechanical cart that smoothly glided into the room. It came to a gentle halt beside the table, its polished surface reflecting the warm light of the overhead fixtures. With a proud smile, Julian turned to me and said, “Ariana, let me introduce you to our waiter, Gabriel.”
He gestured toward the cart, which was fitted with a sophisticated sensor track hidden beneath the elegantly crafted wooden floor. Julian explained, “Gabriel operates on that track, allowing him to navigate precisely where he needs to go and stop effortlessly at our side.” The fusion of technology and hospitality was truly fascinating to witness.
Here, let me serve you. Here is your dish with the potpie on it: your silverware, a cloth napkin, and seasoning. Oh, almost forgot. Here’s a basket of steaming hot dinner rolls and the butter. Why I’m thinking of it, Ariana, would you care for another drink? I’m going to have an old-fashioned, but feel free to get whatever you prefer.
I said, “In that case, I’ll have a Gray Goose Vodka and tonic with a dash of lime.” Julian repeated the request to Gabriel, and the little cart immediately left the room the way it came.
The dinner smelled wonderful, and the pot pie was baked in a triangular-shaped loaf. The crust was golden brown. I poked a hole in the top, revealing a delicious filling of beef, chicken, corn, carrots, potato cubes, and brown gravy. It tasted amazing, and I ended up eating almost half of it, deciding to take the rest home. The rolls were made in-house and were equally delicious.
The door buzzer rang again, and Gabriel brought us our drinks. “Thank you, Gabriel; that will be all,” Julian said as the cart left the room. I then asked Julian where the ladies’ room was located. He replied, “Forgive me for being such a poor host. Just go out the door, turn left, and it will be down the hallway on your right. Gabriel open the door” Gabriel opened the door, leaving it ajar.
The restroom, much like the rest of the restaurant, embraced a castle theme, complete with torch lighting on the walls. However, when I approached the mirrors, the lights illuminated sufficiently, allowing me to check and adjust my makeup and hair. As I walked away, the lights turned off automatically. While I was freshening up, I started thinking about Julian—he seemed like a really nice guy and quite attractive too. I thought it might be fun to tease him a bit to give him an idea of what he was getting into for our date on Friday. Honestly, I was already feeling a bit aroused; after all, Will and I hadn’t had any time together this morning.
I walked back into King William’s room, where Julian handed me my drink. We settled onto the padded bench, which resembled a daybed, though, as I mentioned, it had a rustic charm that made it look like it belonged in an ancient castle.