Novels by 🌙✨ InkAfterMidnight

Yeahh, girls, yeah! That’s right! Do it. Kiss, kiss again! Oh, great! Enjoy yourselves! Uuuuu, cool, babes! I love you! Yes, so nice! So fucking nice!Jenya, young Russian businessman, was sitting on the broad sofa, enjoying the sight. He was fond of these 3 babes, 3 contact sluts who appeared on his first call. He was very rich; he had 5 lover girls within the city and always offered a bounty to each of them. But anyway, he had some interesting feature that characterized him most, he loved and really enjoyed watching lesbo games, seeing 3 or more babes lick, suck and fuck one another with their tongues and dildos, fingers and lubs. That was fucking terrific! He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse…And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blon

I was at work. My colleague Megan was sitting on a leather sofa in the middle of the room. We were talking about our boss who ordered us to compile the reports at this time of the day. It was 6 p.m. and tomorrow was Saturday…Megan was wearing a light blouse and close-fitting trousers with a low waist. Her belly button was exposed and even part of the pubis could be seen. And I was wearing a snowy white translucent blouse, a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings and shoes with long stiletto heels.We had an open bottle of champagne and candies on the table. After a hot discussion we suddenly became sad. Here Megan put her hand on my thigh as if occasionally. I felt such warmth of this touch… I looked into her eyes and felt I wanted to kiss her. Our faces were so close to each other. We kissed…The kiss was not a friendly one we exchange when meeting in the morning, it was passionate… Her tongue

Now I went up another couple of gears, faster and harder, the faceplate of the strap-on making repeated wet slapping sounds as it smacked against her sweaty skin, each impact accompanied by a grunting moan from Preshy.Her breathing became rapid, and she began to give a series of high-pitched cries. I shifted my right hand from her hip to grip her hair, yanking her head back and up, arching her back to get the maximum resistance to my thrusts.This also had the effect of pulling her tits up into easy reach, and my left hand exchanged its grip on her side for something softer and more enticing – squeezing Preshy’s left breast.‘Ride me! Ride me!!’ she screamed again, and then as her climax overwhelmed her, she shouted: ‘Fuck me – oooohh! Fuck me – aaarrgh! Oh!! Yes – I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna CUM!!’I sort of lost control as well, carried away in the raw se

Finally, Preshy announced her penultimate presentation, and I was almost speechless at the sight of her slim youthful body with its flowering bust exhibited in a peephole bra.This covered most of her breasts with fine decorated purple mesh, but left fully exposed an area of about one inch in diameter around the nipples, through which her cute little titties were poking out – and I noticed at once how pert and erect they were.As the outfits became skimpier and more overtly sexual, the whole show acted like an extended form of strip-tease – and it had just such a tantalising effect on my body.My tits were stiff and almost aching, as my slightest movement rubbed my sensitised nipples against the inside of my bra cups, my heart was beating faster and I felt a little sweaty, and my cunt was positively drooling – only the remnant of my sense of dignity prevented my mouth from doing the same.Preshy was a

When I say that I’m an expert in women’s underwear, I can almost hear the giggles of my girlfriends. But I really am – after taking degrees in textiles and fashion, and working my way upwards through the purchasing department of a well-known chain of stores.I went independent and launched my own specialist and high-class lingerie mail order business. It was just at the right time, when internet sales were really taking off, and I was relatively early in the field; my company is successful, with a name for quality and service, and a good niche in the market.Whilst most of our sales are from established lines and names, I am always keen to spot rising talent and that’s how I met Preshy).The firm is not so large that I can’t take the important decisions myself – most of my staff deal with the routine business of keeping enough supply of stock, fulfilling orders and replying to customer queries,

Preshy froze with her back to Marie then slowly lowered her head. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the music. “I haven’t talked to your husband for weeks. I’ve blocked his number from my phone because he kept calling.” There was a long pause as Marie digested the information, then Preshy asked “How did you find out?”Holding up the piece of mail Marie said “I went to the kitchen to get a drink and saw this. I recognized the name. It was smart of you to use your middle name with me.” She said with a smirk.Preshy took two steps toward the bed and Marie held up her hand “Stop!” she said “Don’t come near me. I just want to know why before I leave. You owe me that.”Nodding, Preshy said “You’re right, I owe you an explanation, and I’m going to give you one. I met you husband at a club were I work as a parttime.I was on

Jace povThe pencil didn't stop moving until my hand ached.I hadn't touched my sketchbook in weeks not since Tim arrived. Something about having him close made me want to guard this part of myself, tuck it away where it couldn't be seen or questioned. Art has always been a private thing. A secret thing. Dave had called it a waste doodling, he'd said, the word dripping with contempt, like creativity was something to be ashamed of. His son couldn't afford to be soft. His son had to be harder, sharper, better than everyone else in the compound, or the shame would land on Dave's doorstep and that was something Dave never forgave.So I worked instead. Prayed harder. It took more pain than the others without making a sound, beca

"I'll stay out front," I said before he could work up the words. "Living room, kitchen, my room. Like we agreed. I won't go anywhere else."He pushed his hair back from his face, those loose strands that were always falling forward but they dropped right back down the second he moved his hand. Then he gave me this small dip of his chin, somewhere between a nod and a thank you, and walked out.The door clicked shut.And the house became a completely different place without him in it.I stood in the middle of it for a moment, not quite sure what to do with my hands or my feet or any of the restless energy moving through me. It was strange Jace barely spoke, barely took up space, and yet somehow every room felt hollowed out now that he was gone.I went for the box.I already knew everything inside it by heart, but I needed something to do with my hands, and the familiar weight of it was a comfort. My mother's letters came first folded careful, written in her handwriting, like she'd kn

Tim povDarkness still clung to the room when I gave up trying to sleep.Jace lay beside me, his body restless even in rest turning, settling, never fully still. My chest ached watching him. The man couldn't even find peace unconscious. But he was here. Breathing. And that was enough to make me hold myself completely rigid, terrified that one wrong shift of my weight would steal even this from him.I kept my eyes open and my body still and I thought about everything.What he'd done. What it meant. Most people said things. Jace had actually moved driving out to collect my belongings, coming back with them like it was nothing, like the quiet sacrifice of it was just something he did. He'd made a promise not to lock me away. And now he was sleeping next to me, walls down, guard lowered.For me.Something about that cracked me open in the best way. I'd spent years feeling like furniture in my own life present but overlooked, there but not quite seen. Jace had changed that without even

Really looked.Then nodded once. Slow and sure.The room went quiet again, but it was a different kind of quiet now. Something had just been handed to me small, fragile, shaped like trust and the strangest part was how desperately I wanted to protect it.He was doing something to me.Rearranging things inside me I had stopped believing could ever move.And the most frightening part?I was letting him.I had faced wild animals, bitter winters, and years of total isolation.Nothing had ever made me shake like this."No locks,"

"Jace. Look at me."His eyes found mine something behind them flickering, unstable, like a dying bulb catching current for one brief second before it steadied.He took a step forward. My body answered by stepping back. Not terror. Not even close. Whatever pulled at me when he was near had no name, but fear wasn't it.The bed frame caught the back of my knees.I sat down hard.He stood at the edge, trembling from the inside out like his body had become a cage and whatever lived in him had grown too large for it. His hands were clenched. His breathing was controlled in the way that people control things that are seconds from breaking.Then his mouth opened."Need."Rough. Fractured. A word that had clearly fought its way out and barely survived the journey.His eyes didn't leave me. Waiting. Wound tight."Yes or no."My answer was already forming before he finished."Yes. Absolutely yes."The space between us disappeared.Jace povThe restlessness wouldn't leave me.Even after reachin

"I want to release him, believe me but he won't respond to anything I say. The second these cuffs come off, someone is getting hurt. Maybe him. Maybe one of us.""Let me try something." I pressed the phone harder against my ear. "Hold it close to him. Please. Just let him hear my voice."A shuffle of movement. Voices pushing back a small crowd. Then David again, quieter this time, speaking carefully like a man approaching something wild."Jace. Tim's on the line. I'm holding the phone near you. Just listen."What came back wasn't words.It was a sound deep and rough and barely human. The kind of sound a trapped animal makes when it has nothing left but teeth and instinct.