All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Summer was going well, and Zach would exchange kisses when we could. There wasn’t time or space to do otherwise. The break was fun, except from the occasional stares I got from Leah, everything went well. We got back to the house and things became normal. And boring. Zach didn’t call, he also didn’t answer when I called. Asshole. I threw my phone to the side after texting him for the 20th time that day, if this is how he wanted things to be between us so be it, I was done throwing myself at him. I needed some air so I decided to call Mandy. “Hi Mandy, are you home?” I asked her “Yeah I am, just reading a novel” “Okay, I’ll be at yours in a moment” “Okay, see you soon” she replied I got up, put on the gown mom had gotten for me the other day, grabbed my sandals and a bag as I stared at the mirror before walking out. “Hi Adam, I’m heading out” I said as I opened his door and there he was. I avoided his eyes and said my goodbye to Adam as I left. Tears stream

This was dangerous, i dont know how to get satisfied again after this. He drives into me some more, before pouring his seed in me. He pulls out. “That was great,” he said as he looked at me. “I have a deal for you, I don’t know if you’ll be interested. I have friends who are even better at this than me, they can pay if you want. It’s a win win for you, you get satisfied and paid. It’ll be in the house so you’ll be safe and you can put on a mask so they don’t know your identity. My mind played through the orgasm he had just given me and I nodded, then another night of this wouldn’t hurt. “Great!” He said and walked off and I churn over the decision I just made. Nothing could go wrong, right? It was the the day, his friends were already at tge sitting room. I got dressed and walked out of my room, I was to meet them in the sitting room. There they were, they were two. Ethan made them 3. They were all playing games when their eyes caught sight of me. “Hi dear, c

Maria’s POV I needed a job and I wasn’t getting any. Rent was due. Bills everywhere. Heck! I was in debt. No one would hire a student, they all didn’t want to get in trouble . Even though I clearly told them I was cool, tgey all scrambled away. Life was hard, my parents were late. Mom died a month ago, she was sick before she died. We had to borrow to pay for her drugs and beg to feed. During the day, I would look for a little job I could do to support myself but they were barely enough. There was a sex club just down the street, each day I would walk by, tempted to go in but I would walk away. There was an ad on the door, ‘assistant needed, pay 1000$ per hour. It was tempting. I don’t belong here. I knew the world beyond those doors was dangerous so I was scared to go in. All my life, I have never visited the club. I heard stories about it but I couldn’t fathom what the rage about them was. I was also a virgin who wanted to stay away from things of the fle

Dorian’s POV Her silence broke like a dam. “I’ll do it,” she whispered. For the first time that evening, I leaned back in my chair and allowed myself the luxury of a smile. Not a warm smile, not comfort, the kind of smile a wolf bares when the prey finally stops running. “You’ll do it?” I repeated, savoring the words on my tongue. Maria nodded, her face pale, her hands trembling. She looked as though she was signing her soul over to the devil and perhaps she was. “Then we’ll put it in writing,” I said simply. I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a thick folder, the contract I’d had prepared for situations just like this. She didn’t know it yet, but I had anticipated her return. I always anticipate. I placed the document before her, along with a sleek pen, black ink gleaming in the low light of my office. “This is a one-night arrangement,” I explained, my tone flat, unbending. “You’ll belong to me, without limits. Free for me to do as I please. One night only. A

The rain came down hard over the city that night, silver streaks against glass towers and neon lights that burned through the storm. Two couples hurried from the taxi into the alley where the club hid, the place whispered about in certain circles, a place where people went when love had turned predictable and desire had dulled. Oliver and Marco, together for years, had become a story of routine, dinners, quiet kisses, soft touches that never quite reached fire. Julian and Theo, younger but no less restless, had discovered that passion, once bright and wild, had dimmed into mechanics and sighs. All four of them wanted something more, something to stir blood and breath, and The Velvet Room promised it. The door was unmarked except for a brass handle, polished and heavy. Inside, the air was thick, perfumed with smoke and sweat, lit in a red haze that clung to skin. Music throbbed low, not loud enough to cover the murmurs, the gasps, the laughter of strangers caught in their