All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: A Collection Of Erotic Stories : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Arc 20: The AuctionThe auction is not what you think.No stage. No spotlight. No men in tuxedos holding numbered paddles in a ballroom somewhere. It's quieter than that. More exclusive. A private members event held twice a year in a Mayfair townhouse where the wine costs more than my rent and the people in attendance have the kind of money that makes them comfortable doing things that would ruin anyone else.The concept is simple.Consenting adults. One night. Whatever the buyer wants within the boundaries the seller sets beforehand. The organizers vet everyone. The contracts are real. The boundaries are absolute.I've done it twice before.This is my third time and I'm standing in the drawing room in a black dress that cost four hundred pounds and does everything a four hundred pound dress should do, holding a glass of champagne I haven't touched, and I'm being watched.I've been watched since I walked in.But this is different watching.This is one man, across the room, standing sl

He undresses without performance.No slow reveal, no theater. Just a man taking his clothes off in a warm room and standing in front of me and letting me look the way he let me look at him all evening.He is built beautifully. Not the gym-manufactured kind. The kind that comes from a life actually lived in a body... broad and solid and real, and there is a scar along his left ribs that I want to put my mouth on and I do... I lean forward and press my lips to it and he goes very still."Sofia," he says. Low."Mm." I press another kiss there. His hand comes to the back of my head.I look up at him.He looks down at me.I wrap my hand around his cock and he is thick and heavy and fully hard and I stroke once and his jaw tightens and his hand in my hair tightens with it and I do it again and his hips push into my fist slightly, involuntarily, and I love that, love that James Ashford with all his patience and his control has involuntary responses to my hand.I take him in my mouth.He exha

Arc 21: UndoneI have been lying to myself for six weeks.Telling myself that having Amara in my apartment three nights a week for study sessions is purely academic. That the way I watch her pull her hair up when she's concentrating means nothing. That when she leans across my kitchen counter in those little sleep shorts she borrows from my drawer because she always forgets to bring her own, and the fabric rides up the back of her thighs and I can see exactly where it stops, I feel nothing.I feel everything.Six weeks of everything and saying nothing because she's my younger brother's ex and she's twenty-three and I'm thirty-one and there are approximately fourteen reasons this is a terrible idea and I have recited all of them to myself in the shower every single morning.Tonight she's making tea in my kitchen.I'm at the counter pretending to read something on my laptop.She reaches up to the top shelf for the mugs and her shirt rides up and I see the small of her back and the top o

I push inside her on the dining table and the sound she makes goes through me like electricity.Tight and scorching and clenching immediately around me like her body has been waiting for exactly this and I grip the table edge beside her and breathe through the effort of not driving in hard immediately because I want her to feel every inch of this, every slow devastating inch."Eli." Broken. Her hands grab my forearms. "You're so thick, oh my God...""Take it," I say quietly. "All of it.""I'm trying," she breathes. "I'm trying, give me a second..."I hold still and look at her face and watch her adjust and her expression moves through overwhelmed and lands on something desperate and wanting and her hips roll toward me asking for more."More?" I ask."More," she confirms. "Give me all of it."I push the rest of the way in and we both groan and her head falls back and my jaw goes tight and I pull back slowly and drive forward and her cry fills the dining room.I fuck her on the table.D

Arc 22: Open HousePriya and Dominic have been hosting these dinners for three years.Eight people. Same core group, rotating plus-ones, good wine, better food, the kind of evening that goes until two in the morning without anyone noticing where the hours went. I've been coming since the beginning... always solo, always the one who ends up in the kitchen helping Priya plate things and talking about nothing important and everything real simultaneously.Tonight is different and I know it the moment I walk in.The lighting is lower than usual... not dramatically so, just enough. The music is something slow and warm with a pulse underneath it. The guest list is the usual eight but the energy in the room is not usual at all. It sits on the skin differently. Something charged and unspoken and present in every exchange, every laugh, every glass raised across the room.I get a drink and find Maya on the couch.Maya who I have known for two years and wanted for one and a half of them. She's in