All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I tugged at her fold for some time, imprinting the scent of her to my brain before I left her and headed to my room. Joan’s POV I woke up the next day, wondering if I had imagined him in my room. Did he really come to my mom’s or was the alcohol speaking through me. I got up and washed myself before heading out, to meet with Ash. I and Ash strolled along tge shoreline, collecting beautiful seashells and taking pictures of ourselves in the stunning scenery. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the sea, I and Ash went back in and headed to the bar. We danced to the song, wilding and having fun. Maybe coming for this vacation wasn't a bad idea. I barely thought of Casper here. There was always something to do and a beautiful sight to behold. I got to my room, undressed and showered. Coming out, I stared at my self, satisfied, I walked out of my room and headed for his. I knew he had visited me the other night, and something had changed between us. I not

My mom had been a loosed woman for as long as I can remember, I mean, i dont even know who my father is. I got a lot of crap for that growing up, kids would throw stones at me, pointing fingers. Mothers would whisper when I passed by while fathers warned their children to stay away from me. Like I was some plaque. It was always one man or the other, most times I would find them on the Sofa screwing her from behind. It was either the sofa or tge bed, her hair pulled back as the man behind her eats up her cunt. They would stare at me deep in the eyes as I walk, as if to say ‘watch me fuck your mom’. I ignored them most days but on some day, I resented my mom. I hated how lewd she was turning me into me, I secretly enjoyed watching them fuck her ad i walk in. Her face covered in pleasure. I silently wondered what it would feel like, having all those dicks ram into me as they pulled my hair and fuck me in the ways I’ve seen her being fucked. It was a one room flat, there was

I stood before the mirror, breath catching as the vision before me slowly sank in. The gown, layers of satin and lace flowed around her like a dream I had imagined a hundred times, yet never truly believed it would be this beautiful. My fingers grazed the delicate beading along the bodice, marveling at the intricate work, each stitch a whisper of elegance. The soft veil framed my face, lending my reflection a glow that felt almost otherworldly. My eyes shimmered with a mix of disbelief and joy, tracing every curve and fold of the dress, as if to memorize it for all eternity. In the quiet, I felt her heart swell, not just at the beauty of the gown, but at the meaning it carried, the journey that had brought me here, the promises that lay ahead. I straightened my shoulders, suddenly aware of the poise the gown seemed to give her, as though it had been made for the woman I had become. I smiled, shy at first, and bloomed into something radiant. This was my moment, when the world

We had a model in class, her name was Kia Sanders. She was tall, long legged, slim waist, and her eyes were this sharp green, like they’d slice right through you if you stared too long. She had money, the kind of money you could smell before she even said a word. Her clothes were designer but casual, like she’d just thrown them on. Gold jewelry that caught in the light, never gaudy, just there. Her phone was the newest model before anyone else had it. I didn’t have to feel bad about my life because she barely came to school, the only problem was whenever she came to school it would be a rowdy day. It didn’t matter if it was a Monday morning or Friday afternoon, the moment she walked in, the whole room shifted, boys sat up straighter, girls whispered. They all wanted to be her friends. Teachers suddenly smiled more than usual. It usually felt tge world revived around her and we were all just taking space. I didn’t know much about her parents but I heard her brother’s were hot

The Don travelled again. Another business trip that probably meant someone would be dead by the time he came home. He never told me where he went, but the way the other men in the compound got quiet when his name came up told me enough. That morning, I got a call from one of his men. Mariana had something she needed from the city, and I was to bring it back to her. Nothing unusual. Nothing dangerous. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. By the time I reached the house, the sun was already dipping low, bleeding gold across the white stone walls. The compound was quiet, too quiet. No guards on the porch. No sound from inside. Just the echo of my footsteps as I carried the package through the front door. “Hello?” I called, my voice low. Her voice came from the dining room. “In here.” I stepped in and stopped cold. She was standing at the head of the long wooden table, leaning one hip against it, a glass of red wine in her hand. The silk of her dress caught the fading light, ski