All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The door clicked softly behind her. Ashley was gone. Andrew stood in the silence of the apartment, sipping his coffee. The same morning routine: eggs, laptop, emails. His event clients were quiet today -- good. That meant a slower day, more time to relax. She'd left early for a multi-leg international loop, gone for at least three nights. It was a strange living arrangement, this two-bedroom split between him and Ashley -- but cheap, easy, and clean. And Ashley? Ashley was sweet. Polite. Obsessively neat. She always giggled nervously when he said anything even remotely authoritative, like "close the door properly," or "next time knock." Something about her flinching made him pay attention. Something in how she obeyed, instinctively, without argument. He hadn't thought about it too deeply. Until now. His second coffee in hand, he passed the living room -- and paused. Something was on the couch. A black sketchbook. Leather-bound. Thick. Expensive-looking. He raised an eyebrow. T

I never expected that one random Saturday would change everything.John. That was his name. We’d been talking online for a while — my friend had given him my number after he saw a picture of me on her phone and couldn’t resist asking about me. I liked him. He had this calm, confident way of talking that made my stomach flutter. We’d spoken over the phone, he’d visited me and my friend a couple of times, and every time he invited me over, something always came up — until that day.That Saturday, after I finished my laundry, I realized how bored I was. I needed something… or maybe I needed *someone*. My fingers hovered over my phone, and before I could second-guess myself, I called him.“Can I come around today?” I asked, my voice low, almost shy.The excitement in his voice was immediate. “Of course! I’m home. I’d love that.”My friend walked with me to his place but left the moment we arrived. And then it was just me… and him.When he opened the door, that smile on his face — damn, it

Before I knew it, we were arriving at the party. All the courage I'd worked up in the bedroom seemed to have vanished the moment the house was in sight. More than ever I wanted to turn around and return to our dorm. When Katie flashed me an encouraging smile, I steeled my nerves and walked up the pathway. There was no going back now. Besides, I didn't want to disappoint Katie. I'd told her I would accompany her to the party, and I wasn't about to break my promise. Luckily, there weren't a ton of people there when we arrived. A few small groups of people stood in different areas, all chatting and laughing. After the two of us grabbed drinks at the makeshift bar, I followed Katie over to a group of people. Most I only knew by name, others I shared classes with. The more we talked, the more I began to feel relaxed. What was I so nervous about, I wondered? Talking and sharing jokes with friends wasn't anything to be afraid of. Hell, it was pretty damn fun to say the least. Then the

Chloe had a sense of trepidation about today's interview at Pivero's, a well known but infamously private publishing house in London. She knew they were a good firm, but the job description was vague and she hadn't prepared. The recruitment officer had contacted her anonymously, and had told her that she had been headhunted specifically by the MD of the company. The guy had said that she was the first person he'd ever known to even be invited to an interview. Chloe was pleased, and intrigued about this company. With a PA starting salary of £100k a year, plus bonuses, it was four times her current meagre wage -- she knew it had to be worth going for. She dressed sharply, adorning her lean figure in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. It had a fairly generous slit from her knee upwards that displayed her toned thigh when she moved. Obviously, the key to feeling good is wearing good underwear, so she slipped on silky black French knickers and a matching balc

It had been nearly six months since I walked away from my ex. Not just because of the cheating — though it happened more than once — but because I was tired of loving someone who made me feel small. Dull. Disposable.When I left him, I thought I’d find peace. Instead, I found silence. Emptiness. Nights that stretched too long with nothing but my own hands and half-hearted fantasies. I was so depressed.Andrea, my cousin, had been trying to fix me since the breakup. She said I needed to “feel desired again,” which was her way of saying I needed to get fucked. So when she set me up on a blind date with her mysterious friend, I only agreed because I didn’t have the energy to argue.He was... fine. Handsome, in a quiet way. Big hands. Deep voice. He talked a lot, but I barely said a word. I couldn’t let my guard down. Not yet. So when the bill came, I thanked him with a tight smile, stood up, and left him standing outside the restaurant like a rejected prom date. It was probably the most