Semua Bab Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection : Bab 1 - Bab 5

My legs tremble in the heels with every step I take up the stairs. I curl my fingers around my knee-length flare dress. My chest rises tightly, stretching the fitted upper part that’s held in place by a front zipper before it spreads out from my waist downward.I sneak a glance through the corner of my vision, watching the lively atmosphere in the bar below.Bodies are pressed together in the center of the room, dancing and rocking against each other. The DJ’s music hits loudly in the air, blocking out every other sound. You can barely hear yourself in here.My eyes flicker back up the stairs, my reason for being here. My insides scream at me to turn back, to leave, that this is wrong, but I ignore it.It’s just my anxiety talking. The same feeling I felt when my professor sent me the location for our meetup after I challenged him in his office.I had gathered the courage and gone into his office just after his lecture, but he didn’t say a word, despite my questions, asking him why he

My head drops down and I see his cock, more than half of the length is still out, and I thought I’d taken him whole.I exhale roughly and rise up. I hiss softly as the rigid warmth slides out.Again.I stare up at the ceiling and hold his length, lowering my body over the huge, thick flesh, sliding into my soft, creamy walls as quickly as possible.“Ahhh,” I gasp out loud, and my hand reaches up to his chest for support, to hold myself.Water smears the corner of my eyes, slowly trickling down.“You’re too huge…” I whimper through tightened lips.“Again.”His expression doesn’t shift as he whispers, and it irks me. He isn’t touching me, his hands remain by his sides like a price I have to earn.How strong is he? How long is he going to stay unaffected?I inhale and blow out a breath through my mouth, then I stand again.I let my palm remain on his chest, the slow thudding of his heart pounding against my palm. I hold him with my left hand and prepare to go again.It’s a fucking pure t

The chilly night air hits me in the face as I creep out of the back door to the balcony. I fold my lips, pressing them tight as I drag the door slowly behind me. When it clicks softly shut, my stomach drops.I don’t hear a sound or anyone calling for me. I sigh with relief.My eyes scan the dark as I pull the long black leather coat tighter to my body. My heart races wildly, like it’s going to leap out of my chest.I must not be seen. Not even by my father, after he had instructed me not to go to my last day of high school after-party and had ordered his security guards not to let me leave the house. But I can’t miss it, not for anything in this life.I had patiently waited for my father to sleep before dressing up and grabbing a long black coat to cover the filthy dress I’m wearing. To everyone, I’m asleep, and that’s how I intend to keep it until I’m back by dawn.I can’t miss the after-party for anything. I have to be there. I have to experience the last day with my colleagues.I d