All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The dim glow of the flickering candles cast a sultry ambiance over the bedroom as Sarah lounged on the plush king-sized bed. The sheer black negligee she wore did little to conceal her voluptuous curves, the deep plunging neckline teasing a generous glimpse of her full, round breasts. She took a sip of the chilled champagne, the bubbles tickling her tongue as her mind wandered to earlier that evening. Her best friend's son, Jake, had been over for dinner and the way he had looked at her, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body...it had sent shivers down her spine. Or the way his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through her, stripping away her layers of clothing and propriety. Sarah shook her head, trying to banish the illicit thoughts from her mind. It was wrong to feel this way about her best friend's son. But as another sip of champagne slid down her throat, she couldn't deny the ache building between her thighs. A soft knock at the door startled her from her musing

The salty breeze of the small coastal town whipped through Ethan's hair as he pulled his rental car into the gravel driveway of his childhood home. It had been five years since he'd left Willow Bay, chasing blueprints and deadlines in the bustling heart of the city. Now, at 29, the architect in him appreciated the irony the sturdy, weathered houses lining the shore mirrored the resilient structures he'd designed, but nothing compared to the pull of nostalgia tugging at his chest.The town hadn't changed much. Fishermen's boats bobbed in the harbor, their hulls painted in faded blues and reds, and the air carried the faint scent of seaweed and grilled seafood from the nearby pier. Ethan stepped out, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, and inhaled deeply. Home. Ryan's engagement party was tonight, a celebration that had dragged him back from his high-rise life. His best friend since grade school deserved the fanfare, especially with Sarah, the girl who'd finally tamed Ryan's wa

The days following the rain-soaked encounter blurred into a rhythm of avoidance and inevitability. Ethan threw himself into the project, tweaking elevations and coordinating with contractors, but Lila's presence lingered like sea salt on skin, unshakeable. She'd show up for shoots, her camera clicking methodically, their conversations clipped, all they talked about were light angles, structural highlights. Yet each glance carried the weight of what hadn't been said, the almost-touch in the trailer echoing unspoken.One evening, as the sun dipped low, painting the dunes in amber, the investor hosted a casual progress dinner at a seaside tavern. Ryan and Sarah were there, toasting milestones, their laughter a reminder of normalcy. Ethan arrived late, sliding into a booth beside Ryan, who nudged him with a beer. 'You two making magic out there?' Ryan asked, nodding toward Lila across the room, where she chatted with the client, her sundress swaying as she gestured animatedly.Ethan for

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Ethan had distanced himself, his guilt a heavy weight that kept him from reaching out. Lila, on the other hand, poured her pain and confusion into her art, her canvas becoming a reflection of her tumultuous emotions. Ryan, meanwhile, found himself on a journey of self-discovery, realizing that his anger had stemmed from a deep seated fear of losing the people he cared about most.One crisp autumn morning, Ryan stood in front of a gallery, the soft light of dawn casting a warm glow over the city. He had received an invitation to Lila's new art exhibition, and despite his lingering reservations, he felt drawn to be there. As he stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was a painting that seemed to capture the essence of their turmoil. It was a swirl of colors, a chaotic yet beautiful representation of the storm they had weathered.Lila was there, her eyes meeting his across the room. There was a new strength in her gaze, a resil

My pussy still ached from the way he had pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me wide and filling me completely.I couldn't believe how far things had gone between us - from stolen glances and flirty texts to full-on fucking in his office. It was so wrong, so forbidden .but it felt so right.I was just starting to drift off to sleep when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up and saw Mr. Johnson's name on the caller ID, my heart racing at the sight."Hello?" I answered breathlessly, hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in my voice."Lila," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "I need to see you again. Tonight."I bit my lip, glancing at the clock. It was already past midnight. "I don't know, Mr. Johnson," I said hesitantly. "It's so late...""I know," he cut me off. "And I know it's a risk. But I can't wait any longer to have you. Please, Lila. I'll be waiting in the usual spot."I hesitated for a moment longer before sighing in defeat. "Okay," I whisp