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Chapter 38
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Gwen“You look nervous,” I said, letting my wine roll across my tongue before I spoke.He huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well… I think I’m supposed to be cooler than dead air and fidgeting with my glass.”That laugh wasn’t cocky. It was honest. Maybe the whole tough guy thing was a jacket he wore but hadn’t broken in yet. Or maybe it was just part of the way he protected himself from the world.“You’ve got enough ink to intimidate the bouncer, you could’ve sat here looking mean and mysterious, let the room do the work for you.” I said, lips curling around my glass.“Yeah, well it's my first time at a place like this,” he admitted. Then again, a little quieter, like he was confessing. “Honestly, I was worried I was signing up for an orgy.”That earned a small smile from me. "Is that not what you were looking for?”“Not at all. My illustrious business partner and his girl dragged me here,” he said, tapping his glass against his knee. “Thought it’d be... fun. Which apparently meant ditching me a
Naughty Tales: An Erotica Collection Of Steamy Stories Chapter 45
GwenI left Emily and Jack behind with a wink and a refill. Emily gave me a look—something between "go get 'em" and "don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," which, let’s be honest, didn’t narrow things down much.Jack just raised his glass in a silent salute, already sliding a hand up Emily’s thigh.I knew they were already making plans of their own for the night.I slipped into the flow of the lounge, headed toward the bar. Heels quiet against the floor, heartbeat not so much. The music throbbed low and seductive, wrapping itself around the room in waves. The crowd shifted around me, a rolling tide of anticipation and heat.At the bar, I found an empty spot, leaned against the counter, and let my eyes scan the room. The lounge and dance floor stretched before me, framed in dim light and sin.From here, you’d never know what this place really was. If you didn’t know what to look for, it could be any high-end lounge in the city. Gorgeous people sipping cocktails. Bodies grinding on the dance
Naughty Tales: An Erotica Collection Of Steamy Stories Chapter 44
GwenI just watched. Trying to make sense of the ache under my skin. Trying to figure out who I was when no one expected me to be anything at all. When no one was looking to see if I was still the good girl. Still safe. Still small. Some kind of guilt still clung to me like smoke, holding me back, keeping my hands clean.But maybe tonight would be different.Maybe if I let myself fall, I’d finally find where I landed. Maybe Sunday brunch would sting a little less if I spent Friday night pressed to a mattress, wrapped in bruises and the scent of someone else’s sweat. Maybe I’d show up still sore. Still humming with it.And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars.It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading
Naughty Tales: An Erotica Collection Of Steamy Stories Chapter 43
GwenThe moment I stepped through the doors of Fantasies, the air shifted. It always did—like the place knew exactly what you came for and welcomed you with open arms and a wicked grin. The temperature dropped just enough to raise goosebumps, and the scent wrapped around me: leather, sweat, perfume, and something dirtier, something electric.The bass thudded deep in the walls, heavy and primal. The dance floor pulsed with bodies tangled together, drenched in colored light. Reds, purples, blues—each flash slicing through sweat-slick skin and barely-there clothing. Desire moved in waves here, thick as the music, unavoidable.Black leather couches ringed the dance floor, sleek and deliberately placed. Some held people sprawled out, drinks in hand, lips at necks. Others hosted more explicit scenes—hands, mouths, fingers disappearing beneath clothing. Watching wasn’t rude. Watching was expected.At the far side of the room, the bar stretched long and backlit, bottles glowing on mirrored sh
Naughty Tales: An Erotica Collection Of Steamy Stories Chapter 42
Gwen"Hey, Mom," I said, sandwich in hand."Oh honey, did I catch you at a good time?" Her voice was all sugar, but we both knew she timed it just right."Yeah, I’m on lunch. What’s going on?"“I’ve just been worried about you like always,” she said, her voice all sugar and subtle digs, like warm tea that scalds your tongue. “All alone in the city. I just don’t know how you manage, especially in that apartment. It must get lonely. Do you even know your neighbors?”Translation: She was worried I’d be mugged, murdered, or—worse—dating someone she hadn’t vetted. But she’d never come right out and say that. She didn’t have to. Guilt was her mother tongue.But the truth? This job, this move—it was the best thing that ever happened to me. It gave me an excuse to leave without setting the town gossip on fire. Everyone thought I needed space after the breakup. That I was chasing a career. And yeah, technically, both were true.But more than anything, I was chasing air. Distance. The kind of s
Naughty Tales: An Erotica Collection Of Steamy Stories Chapter 41
THE NEXT STORYGwenMy mother’s voice clawed through the back of my mind the moment I caught sight of that red lipstick—bold, blood-colored, defiant—smudged just slightly at the corner of the woman’s mouth as I peered inside.Good girls don’t do red lipstick.To my mother, red lipstick wasn’t just makeup—it was a warning sign. A vulgar invitation. Proof a woman had no shame. A woman in red was someone who opened her mouth for all the wrong reasons—and probably spread her legs just as easily. And judging by the tender bruising in Mrs. Becket’s mouth, my mother wouldn’t be far off.I swallowed that thought, bitter and sharp, and kept my hands steady as I worked—careful not to drag that scandalous red across her cheeks. She looked polished, professional, every bit the image of restraint. But her throat told another story. A quick rendezvous on her lunch break, maybe. Fast, hard, dirty. The kind that leaves a mark where no one’s supposed to see.I didn’t judge her.Honestly, I was envio
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