All Chapters of MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The other night, my wife came home and announced, “I want to try something.”“And what’s that?” I asked, handing her a martini—extra dry with barely any vermouth and a twist of lemon, just the way she likes it. I was already excited, though I took care not to show it. I could tell by her cool voice and appraising air that the “something” would be rather special. Joan can be very creative when the mood strikes her.Some might say that her creativity verges on sadism, but I say all the better.“Remember that little incident the other night?” Joan asked with a smile.That smile, let me tell you, can take your breath away. But my girl is breathtaking in general. I’m a sucker for dark hair, and Joan’s is long, straight and midnight black. She’s been told multiple times that she could easily be a model, what with her high cheekbones and tall, leggy build.No woman turns me on m

“Ohh… Nolan… Nolan… yes…”Elena moaned. Her body was hot and trembling under his touch. His mouth was on her chest, kissing her skin and sucking gently on her hard nipple while his hand moved under her skirt. Her blouse was open and her bra was pulled down. She didn’t care about anything except how he made her feel.She gasped as he touched her through the thin material of her panties, right where she needed him.“That feels so good,” she whispered, holding onto his shoulders. “Don’t stop…”Nolan didn’t say a word. He just looked into her eyes that were dark and heavy with pleasure. He slowly pushed her panties to the side and slipped one thick finger inside her. She cried out, her hips moving against him as if begging for more.“Ohhh… yes…” she moaned. “I’ve waited the whole day for this.”“You’re so wet,” he said quietly. “You were already ready for me.”She smiled, her body slightly trembling. “I’ve been thinking about you… all night… all day. Even when you drive me around, all I c

Their eyes both snapped toward the door.Nolan.Elena smiled widely, her body already pulsing for him. She got up and walked toward him, crashing her lips against his for just a moment. Then she went behind him to shut the door and locked it. His eyes followed her every movement, taking in the sight of her beautiful, bare body. She walked back to him.“You came fast,” she murmured against his lips, her voice breathy and warm.“You said it was urgent,” he replied, his voice low and rough with restraint.She looked up at him, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “It is.”He had changed into his casual clothes—grey pants and a navy-blue tee that hugged his arms. She assisted him in taking off his clothes, throwing them on the floor. He was wearing just his boxers, and she massaged him through them, her lips meeting his. Nolan grabbed her butt and pulled her closer, closing the space between them.She felt his bulge through the thin fabric of his boxers, and he let out a soft growl.“Ahhh…

Damien didn’t answer her with words.Instead, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply like he was trying to memorize her scent, like this moment was both forbidden and precious. His hands gripped her waist, fingers sinking into her skin, grounding himself—anchoring her to him.The world around them faded, the air growing thick with tension. Damien was tangled between pleasure and restraint, but Lana wasn’t. He placed soft kisses on her collarbone, leaving soft trails of heat, she arched into him, needing more but she still wasn’t sure how far she could let herself go. “Tell me to stop” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotional, with hunger thats he could barely hold in. “And I will” But she didn’t stop him, she couldn’t. Instead, her fingers slid into his hair, tugging at him, drawing him close, She held on to the truth of this moment—it made her feel something wild and alive inside.He moved back, just a little bit to meet her eyes, his manhood still go

Lena had always known she didn’t truly belong.She was a scholarship student, almost like a ghost slipping through the golden walls of the elite college, where most students wore designer clothes and talked about holiday trips to Greece like it was a normal routine. Her notes were secondhand, her books borrowed from the library, and her meals—she carefully planned to save money for them.She studied twice as hard to keep her grades up, knowing that one mistake could cost her everything. So she lived quietly, never did things to draw attention to herself. Especially not from people like Jace Thorne.Jace was the kind of guy you admired from a distance. He was dangerous, mysterious, and breathtakingly handsome. The golden boy of the college, captain of the basketball team, and the fastest runner in the history of the school. People said he’d inherit a fortune, though some whispered that it was linked to his father’s dark connections.But no matter what people said, Jace was always calm.