All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elodie was still recuperating from her marathon fuck session with Luc the day before when she received an invitation from Jacques to a private gathering at his estate that evening. Curious and more than a little excited, she had applied a little makeup, slipped on a short black dress that hugged her curves, and climbed into the cab sent to collect her.Now, as she stood in Jacques's lavish living room, surrounded by champagne flutes and beautiful people, Elodie felt a familiar flutter of anticipation in her belly. She had a feeling this was going to be an interesting night.Her suspicion was confirmed when a familiar face approached her, it was Luc. He was looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored suit. He bent to place a kiss on her cheek, letting his hand drift down to squeeze her ass."Elodie," he purred. "It's so good to see you again, you look...edible."Elodie blushed, flattered by his attention. "Thank you, Luc," she replied. "I didn't realize this was going to be such a...

Sarah had always been curious about BDSM, but she never thought she would actually have the courage to try it. That is, until she met Master Jack.It all started when Sarah joined an online dating site, looking for something more exciting than her usual boring dates. She stumbled upon Jack's profile and was immediately drawn to his confident demeanor and the hint of something darker in his eyes.They started talking, and Sarah found herself sharing things with Jack that she had never told anyone else. He listened intently, asking probing questions that made her feel like he truly understood her.He made her an offer, a chance to explore her submissive side with him as her dominant partner. Sarah was hesitant at first, but the more they talked about it, the more excited she became.The day of their first meeting arrived, and Sarah's heart was pounding as she knocked on Jack's door. He answered wearing a black leather vest and tight jeans, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric."Come

Four months ago, my new neighbors, the Davids, moved in next door. I was glad for the change, as the previous occupants had left some time ago and the house had been empty since then. The Davids seemed like a pleasant couple in their mid-40s, around the same age as me. However, I couldn't help but notice their daughter, Sophie, who was a stunning young woman of 18.Sophie had long chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and a figure that was impossible to ignore. She had a natural elegance about her, with her slim legs and petite frame. Even though she was a teenager, she carried herself with the grace of a woman.One evening, a few weeks after they moved in, I was working late when there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Sophie standing there, looking flustered and upset. Her long hair was tousled, and she wore a short skirt and low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage."Monsieur Matthews," she said breathlessly, "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I seem to have locked myself out o

Sarah grabbed the bottle of wine from the passenger seat, a vintage Bordeaux she’d been saving for a special occasion and made her way up the familiar stone pathway to her best friend’s front door.Lisa’s dinner parties were legendary among their circle. What had started as casual gatherings in their twenties had evolved into elaborate affairs now that they’d both achieved a certain level of success. Sarah smiled, remembering the cramped apartment dinners of their youth, when they’d served pasta on mismatched plates and considered boxed wine perfectly acceptable.The door swung open before she could knock. “You’re late,” Lisa announced, though her eyes were warm with affection. She pulled Sarah into a tight hug, and Sarah caught the familiar scent of her friend’s jasmine perfume mixed with something savory from the kitchen.“Traffic on the bridge was murder,” Sarah said, handing over the wine. “But I come bearing gifts.”“You shouldn’t have.” Lisa examined the label and let out a low

She was in her office reviewing proposals for the cultural center’s interior consultant when her partner, Marcus, knocked on her doorframe. He wore the expression he always did when delivering news he knew she wouldn’t like, apologetic but firm.“We need to talk about the Riverside project,” he said, settling into the chair across from her desk.Sarah set down her pen. The Riverside development was their firm’s largest commercial contract, a mixed-use complex that would transform six blocks of waterfront property. They’d been working on it for eight months, and it was finally moving into the critical design phase.“What about it?”“The developers want to bring in Morrison & Associates as collaborating architects. They’re insisting on it, actually. Something about Morrison’s international experience with sustainable waterfront projects.”Sarah’s stomach dropped. “Morrison & Associates.”“I know it’s not ideal, splitting the lead on something this big but they’re threatening to walk if