MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS: A Collection of steamy stories

Laila's povI wasn’t supposed to be upstairs.I definitely wasn’t supposed to be in his room, with the door locked, the clock ticking, and school starting in less than thirty minutes.But here I was. Again."Oh...yes...yes." I moaned shamelessly. My grip tight on the sink as he thrusted his cock deeper into my tight, dripping pussy.“Laila…” his voice came out low, strained, like he was holding himself back and failing at it.I shouldn’t have liked any of this. But I did.Ethan had always been off-limits. He was my best friend’s older brother, the one person I was never supposed to look at twice.So of course… I had."Ethan, I'm close, I'm coming." I moaned louder than I should have when his sister was just downstairs.He went faster and faster, filling my hole till I couldn't hold it anymore. My cum dripped over his cock as he pulled out, sliding down my legs.“You’re going to get us in trouble,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he tucked his cock into his pants. He w

Laila's povThe wood of the door was against my spine as Ethan’s knuckles hit against the other side."Laila? Are you there?"Ryan didn’t move. If anything, the sound of Ethan’s voice made his grip on my waist tighter until his blunt nails dug into my skin. He was still buried deep inside me, and I could feel how hard he had gotten, fueled by the adrenaline of nearly being caught.I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper. I had to be silent. If I breathed too loud, it would be over.Ryan leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. "Don't make a sound," he whispered. Then, he shoved himself deeper into me.He didn't thrust quickly. He withdrew slowly, inch by inch, until he was almost out, before sliding back in with a force that made my toes curl against the floor. It was a torture of the best kind. I buried my face in his neck, holding back a moan. "I think I heard something," Ethan’s voice came again, closer to the handle this time.Ryan’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and challengin

My husband hired a new driver two weeks ago and the thought of him has gotten my pussy wet every night since.That's how badly I've been having sex dreams of him. Do I feel ashamed? Hell no.Adrian, my husband mentioned him once over dinner, something about needing a replacement driver after the last one left without notice. That was all he said before moving on to a call he deemed more important than finishing his meal or talking to me.I didn’t think about it then.But I noticed Caleb the very next morning, especially his cock.“Good morning, ma’am.” he said softly as he opened the car door for me. My face had been buried in my tablet, scrolling through emails to get my mind off the heat between my legs. I didn't look up until the engine started, and our eyes locked in the mirror. His hand moved quickly from his legs to the arm rest and I saw, just slightly, the bulge straining against his trousers that he was trying to hide.It happened again that evening. And the next day.And th

I lay on bed, staring at a photo of my mother's new fiancé while touching my tits. The sight of him alone made me horny. My aunt had sent me his photo earlier after she disclosed the latest news. “Vivian left Victor,” my aunt had announced dramatically over the phone like she was delivering breaking national news instead of talking about my mother’s latest failed relationship. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, stirring cold coffee with complete disinterest. “Okay?” “Okay?” she repeated. “Stacy, they were together for almost three years.” I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me. “And?” “You really don’t care?” A laugh escaped me. “Not particularly.” Because honestly? Victor being gone wasn’t exactly some tragic loss. If anything, the house finally felt breathable again. The man had spent three years pretending he was charming while secretly flirting with waitresses young enough to call him sir. My mother cried for two weeks after the breakup. I lasted maybe two minute

Ruby's povI braced my feet against the headboard, my thighs shaking as I stared at my phone screen. The video playing on it was loud, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.I was so sex-deprived it felt like a sickness. Carl hadn't touched me in months, and when he did, it was over in two minutes before he rolled over and went to sleep. I couldn't live like this anymore. The frustration had built up inside me until I felt like I was going to explode."Fuck," I whispered, my voice thick in the quiet bedroom.I positioned the phone against a stack of books at the foot of the bed, making sure the camera had a perfect view. Then, I spread my legs wide. I wanted to look good for Carl. I wanted to send him something so filthy he’d actually have to look up from his video games and remember I was his girlfriend.I slid my fingers down, passing the silk of my panties until I found the damp heat between my thighs. The moment my thumb hit my clit, a soft groan escaped my lips. I was already so w