Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
> ️ Warning: This collection is sinfully explicit. Just glancing will make you squirm. If you can’t handle moans, ropes, or hands where they shouldn’t be turn back now.
You’ve been warned.
They say it’s just fiction... but these stories burn too real.
Every page drips with lust, danger, and forbidden desire.
There are no love stories here, only raw need, untamed passion, and the kind of encounters that leave your pulse racing and your body aching for more.
Inside these pages, you’ll find hotel hookups, forbidden age gaps, dominant bosses, naughty students with teachers, moaning nurses, lesbians, stepfathers who cross the line, and desperate daughters who let them and vice versa. From BDSM dungeons to office desks, from late-night threesomes to risky public play... no fantasy is off-limits.
Midnight Pleasures is a no-limits collection of erotic short stories meant to tease, tempt, and utterly satisfy. Quick hits. Slow burns. Rough rides. Dangerous desires. Even the ones you’ve never admitted out loud.
Quietly, let's go on a journey full of pleasure. Cloud nine is overrated, there's a next cloud after that. Let's show you.
Basahin
Chapter: Two orgasms. Two men."Elijah?" Professor Dean said as he saw the man who entered.He looked exactly like Professor Dean but older by maybe two or three years. Taller. Broader. And hotter in a way that was unfair, like his hot had a pro version. Same sharp jawline, same dark eyes, but this one carried power in the way he stood, like he could ruin you and make you thank him for it.I didn’t wait for explanations. My skirt was still wrinkled, my legs still shaking. I pulled my clothes back together in a rush, heart racing, and slipped out of the office like I hadn’t just been fucked over his desk.But I wanted more. God, I did. My body was still humming, throbbing, not fully satisfied. It was like my orgasm got interrupted by adrenaline and it left a tension inside me that I needed to release.So I slipped down the hallway, heart hammering, until I reached the bathroom.I ducked inside trying to masturbate, the tile cold beneath my heels. As I turned to lock the door and finally touch myself, Ethan rushed
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30
Chapter: Fucking Me On His DeskGetting to school today was all I could think about.Not for class. Not to read.For him.Professor Dean.I had to see him.So I left the house early, skipped breakfast, and took the first bus I could find. When I got to school, the hallways were nearly empty, just a few students loitering around like shadows.I pushed into our classroom, dropped my bag into my locker, and turned only to meet Ethan’s furious face. The guy who fucked me when Professor Dean arrived yesterday.“What’s wrong?” I asked, feigning innocence.His eyes narrowed. “Why is the new professor asking for you?”I blinked, heat blooming between my thighs. He was asking for me?I bit my lip.I didn’t care what Ethan thought. Hearing that Dean wanted me?Turned me the fuck on.Without answering, I turned and walked out, my heels clicking down the hallway, skirt swinging just high enough to tease.When I got to his office, the door was slightly open.He was there.Sitting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing u
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30
Chapter: Wreck this pussy, Mr Professor Two fingers plunged into my pussy, fast and relentless.“Ah ahh! Fuck...!” I gasped, my body jerking.His mouth stayed latched to my breast, tongue swirling, sucking hard.“Mm, ngh, yes... don’t stop—”My hips rocked against his hand, desperate, aching.“God, right there ahh!”He curled his fingers just right, and I shattered with a cry.We heard the door creak open. My heart stopped but he didn’t. He shoved me into the bathroom, turned the tap on full blast to drown the sounds, and lifted me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled out his cock and thrust into me in one hard stroke.“Ahh, fuck!” I growled, clinging to him.He slammed into me, deep and rough. “Can you take it?” he whispered darkly.“Don’t stop,” I moaned, barely able to breathe.“Tarrr! Pahhh!” Skin on skin, my ass slapped his thighs.“Sweetheart?” my mom called.“I’m... ahh... just helping him!” I cried, breathless.His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my next moan as he kept driving into me,
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-25
Chapter: Teach me, Touch me, Ruin me, Mr.ProfessorI almost dropped the basket.“You live here?” I asked, though clearly he did.“I do now,” he said calmly, stepping forward with a towel slung over his neck like it was nothing. “Didn’t know I’d be seeing you again this soon.”My heart kicked against my ribs. “You, you’re the tenant?”He raised a brow. “Seems like fate wants us to spend more time together.”I swallowed. Hard. “Yeah. Funny how fate works.”He looked amused. Just the faintest curve at the edge of his mouth. Not a full smile, more like a secret he wasn’t ready to share yet.“You gonna hand me the basket or keep standing there like you saw a ghost?”I snapped out of it and shoved the basket forward. “Right. Here. Basket. Bye.”He chuckled as he took it.I turned to leave but not before he added quietly, “Next time, knock louder.”I nearly stumbled on my way out.Holy shit.Professor Dean lived here. In my house. Under the same roof.This man, who’d already taken over my thoughts without touching me, was now just a few feet
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-25
Chapter: He Lives Next To Me? Wtf!I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Not Ethan. Not the half-hearted texts from guys I’ve already broken.Professor Dean.His voice still echoed in my head, calm, clipped, like he didn’t need to raise it to control the room. That annoyed me. And turned me on.Most men tried to impress me. This one? He dismissed me like a footnote. Like I didn’t matter.That was mistake number one.I wore a tighter blouse the next day. White, crisp, just slightly see-through. My lips were glossed red, my eyes lined sharp enough to slice through silence.When he walked in, he didn’t look at anyone. The whole room tensed like someone had just pulled the pin on a grenade.He placed his tablet on the desk, adjusted his sleeves, and finally lifted his gaze. For a second, his eyes locked on mine. Nothing flickered. No reaction. No trace of yesterday.And that made me smile.He was better than most.“Open your textbooks to chapter one,” he said, already walking the rows. “Let’s see how well your last tutor ta
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-25
Chapter: Sex With Professor Dean (Story 1)~LucyA moan ripped out of me, raw, desperate, filthy."Fuuuck—Ethan."My fingers gripped the edge of the table like it could save me, knuckles white, thighs trembling. He was behind me, buried deep, his cock slamming into my soaked pussy with unrelenting force, each thrust sending a shockwave through my spine.My cheek pressed to the cold table, hair stuck to sweat-slick skin, but I didn’t care. Not when he was splitting me open like that."Harder," I hissed, my voice ragged. "Don’t stop. I can take it."He growled, low and primal, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise as he drove in again with his monster. I arched my back, reached behind with my left hand, spreading my ass wider for him, I wanted him deeper. I needed it.Wet sounds echoed in the classroom , skin slapping skin, my slick cunt taking every inch of him, the obscene sound of his cum already dripping down my thighs from the first time he'd finished in me.But he wasn’t done.Not even close.I pushed back in
Huling Na-update: 2025-07-25
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