All Chapters of MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stared up at the ceiling, wide awake even though the whole house was quiet. My room was dark except for the faint moonlight spilling through the thin curtains, casting soft, silvery patterns across the walls. The familiar smell of the pinewood floors and clean laundry did nothing to calm me. My blanket was wrapped around me, but it wasn’t helping. I wasn’t cold. I was restless.Because of him.Tristian.He was back. After nearly a year away at college, he was finally home for the break. And here I was, staying over at his parents’ house like I’d done countless times since we were kids. Everything looked the same—the same cream-colored walls, the old family photos on the staircase, the creaky steps on the way to the kitchen. But something had changed.Me.Somewhere along the line, I had stopped seeing Tristian as just my best friend. I didn’t know exactly when it happened. Maybe it was the day he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled at me without saying anything. Or the n

He let out a dark chuckle. "Mmm, you'll just have to wait and see, babygirl. Now be a good girl and take every inch like the desperate slut you are."I shuddered at his filthy words, my pussy clenching hungrily around nothing. Then with a slow, steady pressure, he began to push forward. I felt my entrance stretch wide to accommodate his thick girth as he fed inch after inch of his huge cock into my tight sheath."Oh fuck!" I cried out as he bottomed out inside me, his heavy balls coming to rest against my ass. I could feel the strange, textured bumps of his piercing rubbing against my sensitive inner walls, sending jolts of pleasurable sensation through me. "I feel so full...I've never had anyone this big before."Tristian groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Gonna ruin this sweet cunt for any other cock." He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, hitting depths I'd never felt before.He began to thrust into me hard a

Kyle and I attended a dinner party a few weeks ago, where we met the most alluring woman. I had an incredible time getting to know Lia over dinner, and before the evening ended, she propositioned me. I didn’t take her up on her offer that night, but I couldn’t get the moment out of my mind. Not too long after that, Kyle and I were in bed exchanging fantasies, and I revealed my bi-curiosity. Intrigued, he encouraged me to explore the desire further, with him looking on, of course. Immediately, we agreed to reconnect with Lia, who was very happy to hear from me. I invited her over to our place, and later that evening, the three of us chatted over a bottle of wine. Our talk grew more risqué with every glass.When the wine had nearly run dry, I shared my fantasy with Lia. She listened intently, her eyes sparkling as I described how I imagined her hands might feel against my skin— especially if she skimmed them over my breasts. I confessed that I couldn’t stop dreaming of her supple lips w

My dreams gave me away. I had no idea it was happening. I’d remembered the dreams themselves, and they were wild and salacious. The kind of highly charged, erotic fantasies I hadn’t had in a long time, not since I’d married Luke. I was still very attracted to my sweet and sensual husband. But sex dreams were, I’d thought, entirely in my past.Apparently not. For a week straight, I woke up with wispy memories of grappling bodies, searching hands, knowing mouths and plunging cocks. And there I was in the mix, getting my pussy reamed and giving in to every carnal desire and erotic whim. I didn’t recall the faces or figures I was dreaming about or any one person in particular.But I’d later realize I was fantasizing about one particular hunk. I felt a little guilty about the dreams and didn’t say anything to Luke, not that he’d ever been the jealous type. But my subconscious was behaving like a cock-struck girl, and it embarrassed me— even when those dreams left me feeling lusciously spen

Hannah and I didn’t have much money, but during our 20s we scraped together enough cash for airfare and went to Europe, and it was maybe the greatest time I’ve ever had! We were not even 25 and didn’t give a fuck about niceties or formal accommodations. We got hold of a couple of Eurail Passes and went shooting off around the continent without a care, an itinerary or reliable places to sleep.We were like carefree vagabonds, we two best friends since forever. With translation apps on our phones and a lot of flirty smiling, we got along just fine.Everywhere we went, we met the coolest, most interesting people. I’m sure there were some assholes in the mix, but I don’t remember them! We were too damn happy, cutting loose and seizing the day.Hannah and I also naturally had it in mind to seize some European cock. We’d already had some amazing adventures. In fact, as our train rocked along, we were sprawled out in seats opposite each other in a kind of postcoital stupor from our first few