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.
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Chapter: My Mum's Husband 4 Later in the day, just as the final bell rang, I saw Harry waiting by the gates. He spotted me instantly and crossed the crowd like he had a target in mind. My stomach sank. “Sophie,” he called, catching my wrist before I could slip past him. “What’s going on with you?” I blinked at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?” He frowned, his grip firm, his eyes searching my face. “You’ve been avoiding me. No texts last night, no calls. Now you’re acting like I don’t even exist.” Guilt stabbed at me, but it was drowned out by the heat that surged in my chest when I remembered who had really been keeping me occupied last night. Elijah. My stepdad. My Daddy. I forced myself to meet Harry’s eyes. “I’m just… a little sick,” I said, soft enough that he had to lean closer to hear me. But he shook his head immediately, disbelief written all over his face. “Sick? You don’t look sick, Sophie. You look like you’re hiding something.” His tone sharpened, and before I could react, he tugge
Last Updated: 2025-12-03
Chapter: My Mum's Husband 3 His cock kept sliding, heavy and hot, rubbing me raw with need. Every drag made me clench, my body begging, my pussy dripping all over him. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Daddy… please,” I whispered, my voice shaking, broken. “I need it. I need your cock inside me.” He groaned, low and rough, the sound vibrating against my breast where his mouth still sucked and bit. His teeth released me with a wet pop, and he leaned back, eyes burning into mine. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad?” he asked, his voice a dangerous growl. His hand wrapped around his thick length, the fat head pressing hard against my entrance. “You think this little cunt can take me?” “Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. My thighs trembled around him, desperate. “Please, Daddy. Split me open. I need it.” Something snapped in his gaze. With a grunt, he gripped my ass, lifted me just enough, and then slammed me down. His cock speared into me, stretching me wide, stealing the air from my lungs. I choke
Last Updated: 2025-12-02
Chapter: My Mum's Husband (2) “Elijah,” “Daddy,” he growled against my lips, biting down hard enough on my bottom one to make me cry out softly. “Say it right.” My whole body shivered. “Daddy…” He groaned into my mouth, like the word alone broke something inside him. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes burned, pupils blown wide. “Do you have any idea how dangerous you are, little girl?” “Then don’t,” I whispered. My chest rose and fell fast. “Don’t touch me.” He smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “You don’t want me to stop. Not when you’re dripping already.” And he was right. My thighs clenched helplessly, my body betraying me. Elijah dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank top. The scrape of his teeth and the heat of his tongue made me arch hard, my hand tangling in his hair. “Shhh,” he growled against my breast. “You’ll wake your mother.” The words only made it worse. My pussy clenched arou
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Chapter: My Mum's Husband (1) The soft rhythm of Mum’s breathing filled the darkened bedroom. She lay curled on her side, no more than three meters away from me, her silhouette faint under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She had gone to bed early, exhausted from her shift at the hospital, but I hadn’t been able to sleep. And neither had Elijah. I could hear him at the little bar that sat tucked in the corner of the bedroom, crystal clinking against glass as he poured whiskey into two tumblers. His broad back was turned to me, muscles shifting beneath the white cotton of his shirt as though he carried a weight far heavier than the liquor he held. I shouldn’t have been watching him. I shouldn’t even have been awake. But I couldn’t look away. “Drink?” he asked, voice low, careful not to wake Mum. I sat up a little straighter in bed, my pulse already racing. “Is that… for me?” He turned, glass in hand, his eyes catching mine across the space. He smirked, though it was a dangerous kind of smirk. “You’re o
Last Updated: 2025-11-27
Chapter: Return Of Professor Dean FinalWe were back at the clinic by two-thirty, even though they’d told us not to come before three. Dean said it was better to be early than to pace another circle into his living room rug. I I think he just couldn’t stand watching me fold and unfold the same corner of a magazine for one more minute.The waiting room was too bright, too quiet except for the soft bubble of the water cooler and the occasional cough from an elderly man in the corner. Dean kept my hand in both of his, thumb rubbing the inside of my wrist like he could slow my pulse by sheer will. Every time the door to the corridor opened we both flinched.I hadn’t slept. My eyes were puffy, my throat raw from crying into Dean’s chest half the night. He hadn’t slept either, I’d felt him staring at the ceiling every time I drifted off, his arm locked around me like he was afraid I’d disappear before morning.At 3:07 the nurse appeared with a clipboard and a small, sympathetic smile.“Miss Harper? Professor Dean? Dr Patel is r
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Chapter: Return Of Professor Dean 8I told the doctor I wanted a DNA test.The doctor was matter of fact, almost bored, when I asked for the paternity test. “Non invasive prenatal paternity,” he said, already pulling on fresh gloves. “Simple buccal swab from the potential fathers and a maternal blood draw. We can have results in twenty four hours if you pay the rush fee.” I nodded so hard my neck hurt. Dean squeezed my hand, signed the consent forms without hesitation, let them swab the inside of his cheek.I gave ten millilitres of blood and felt every drop like it was carrying the verdict of my entire life.“Come back tomorrow after three,” the nurse said, sealing the envelopes. “We’ll phone if anything changes.”Dean drove us home in silence. His hand rested on my thigh the whole way, thumb stroking slow circles, like he could soothe the terror out of me through denim. I stared out the window and prayed to whatever cruel god was listening, please let it be Dean’s. Please don’t make me carry Elijah’s baby while h
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
Sinfully Yours Step Daddy
"I'm 40 you're 21," he whispered softly, his lips grazing my nipple, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his tongue flicked out, teasing the hardened peak.
"I don't care!" I shot back amidst breathy moans, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pressing his head deeper into my boobs, arching my back to feed him more.
"I'm your mum's husband. I'm your stepdad, old enough to be your real dad," he murmured again, his right hand tracing, torturous path down my trembling stomach, dipping between my thighs to brush against my soaked panties.
"I said I don't care!!!" I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster.
"Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!"
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Adrian Blackwood, the hottest, most dangerously sexy beast I've ever laid eyes on turns out to be my stepfather.
You heard that right, my mum's husband!
The man who could make me wet with just a single stare, with his towering muscles, tattooed arms, and those piercing gray eyes that strip me bare.
One ride in his SUV and I want a real ride.
I'm just 21 in college, but he's 40, old enough to be my dad?
Who the hell cares! As long as he pins me down, and wrecks me with pleasure that leaves me begging, I'll sin with him every damn night.
Taboo? Bring it on.
‘Sinfully Yours, Step Daddy!’ is a boundary smashing blaze you can't read in public or alone (unless you're ready to touch yourself nonstop).
Dive into Ava with Stepdad, professor, step dad's best friend, the sugar doctor, Ava's unapologetic slut era, craving daddies.
Walk in horny, walk out dripping satisfied. Grab it now, your panties or boxers won't survive!
Steamy age gap taboo romance packed with dominance that'll have you screaming for more.
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Chapter: Mummy?! I stepped out of the building at 7:42 a.m., sharp as a blade: navy peak-lapel suit, crisp white shirt, tie knotted in a perfect Windsor, coat draped over my arm. The cold December air hit my face and I felt good, focused, dangerous, ready.Then the black Maybach glided to the curb right in front of me, like it had been waiting for my exact footstep.Tinted window lowered halfway.Liv Harrington leaned forward from the back seat, dark hair loose today, falling over one shoulder. She wore a charcoal blazer open over a silk camisole the color of champagne thin straps, low enough that the soft upper curves of her breasts caught the morning light.Tailored trousers, bare feet tucked under her, Louboutin heels kicked off on the floor mat like she owned the concept of rules.“Morning, Kol,” she said, voice still husky from sleep, lips curved in that same patient-predator smile. “Get in. We’re going the same way again.”The driver didn’t even glance in the mirror. Partition is already risin
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Game onI stepped into the lobby with my coat still half on, jaw clenched so tight it hurt, every step reminding me how painfully hard I still was from Liv’s teasing, the leather smell, that last look she gave me… it was all sitting heavy in my blood.I just needed to get upstairs, lock the door, take an ice cold shower, and pass out before I did something stupid.Then I saw her.Amara.Leaning against the mailboxes in a cropped hoodie and grey leggings that looked vacuum sealed to her ass, scrolling her phone like she’d been waiting.She glanced up the second the door shut behind me. Her eyes did that slow drag coat open, shirt wrinkled from the long day, the obvious ridge in my slacks I couldn’t hide anymore.A smile spread across her face, wicked and knowing.“Long day at the office, neighbor?” She pushed off the wall, walked toward me slowly, hips rolling. “You look… tense.”I swallowed. My voice came out rough. “Amara, don’t.”She stopped inches away, close enough I could smell vanilla
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
Chapter: Resisting DevilsFloor 18, 10:00 a.m. sharp.The elevator doors slid open onto a quieter floor: frosted glass partitions, soft lighting, the low hum of focused people who looked like they ate spreadsheets for breakfast.A woman in her early thirties was already waiting by the reception island: tall, East-Asian, black hair in a sleek bob, wearing a forest-green sheath dress and an expression that said she had zero time for bullshit.“You’re Kol,” she said, not a question. She stuck out her hand. Grip like iron. “Danielle Park. I run Forensic Accounting and Special Investigations. Come on.”No small talk. She turned and started walking. I followed.We passed rows of glass offices and open workstations. A few people glanced up, curious, but no one smiled. This wasn’t the “welcome aboard” floor, this was the “prove you belong or get out.Danielle pushed open a door at the end of the hall. Inside, a corner office with two monitors, a standing desk, and a view of the Inner Harbor.My name was already on the
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: Fresh Start The bed beside me was cold. No note, no perfume, just the faint ache of scratches across my chest and the memory pounding behind my eyes.7:28 a.m.I got the hell out of the Four Seasons like I’d robbed the place. Hoodie up, cab home, shower so hot it hurt, trying to wash last night off my skin. Didn’t work. By 8:37 I looked flawless on the outside: charcoal suit, perfect knot in the tie, hair still damp. Inside I was a disaster.I stepped into the hallway with my laptop bag.Amara was leaning against her door in tiny shorts and an oversized tee, sipping coffee, eyes sharp.“Morning, Kol,” she said, gaze dropping to the fresh marks peeking above my collar. “Rough night?”I muttered something and fled down the stairs.8:57 a.m. Harrington Global Industries. Twenty three floors of money and glass. I walked in three minutes early, trying to act like a man who belonged.The receptionist smiled. “Mr. Kol? Executive elevator. Ms. Evelyn will meet you on the top floor.”Elevator doors s
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: This Sweet WomanAfter minutes of procrastinating I grabbed the key and went to where she called.I slid the keycard into the slot with fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling.The lock clicked green. I stepped inside and the door shut behind me like a vault.The suite was all low light and money, floor to ceiling windows looking over the dark harbor, a bottle of something old and expensive breathing on the bar, and the sound of water still running in the marble bathroom.She stepped out barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a short white robe that stopped high on her thighs. The belt was knotted loosely, one tug and it would fall open. Her skin glistened from the bath, droplets clinging to her collarbones, sliding down between her breasts. Wet hair slicked back, a few strands stuck to her cheek. She looked like a woman who’d been waiting her whole life to ruin someone exactly like me.“Took you long enough, baby,” she said, voice soft and maternal in the most sinful way possible. “Close the door all the wa
Last Updated: 2025-12-11
Chapter: Can I resist the temptation? I shoved her back harder than I meant to. Her shoulders hit the shelving, a mop clattered to the floor, and the shock in her eyes snapped me out of the haze.“No,” I rasped, voice ragged. “I’m not doing this.”I didn’t wait for her reply. Belt half undone, shirt wrinkled, I bolted. Past the flickering exit sign, down the stairwell two steps at a time, out the side door into the cold Baltimore night.The October air slapped me awake. My lungs burned. My pulse was still hammering between my legs, but at least my head was clearing.Day one. Not even twenty four hours in this city and I was already sprinting from temptation like it was chasing me with a knife.I kept walking, fast, hands shoved deep in my pockets, until I was three blocks away under the orange glow of a streetlamp. Only then did I stop, lean against a brick wall, and drag in a long breath.I could still taste her on my lips. I still feel the ghost of her fingers on my zipper.Fuck.If I’d gone back to my apartment right t
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