One Night of Pure Lust

Nicholas Grey awakened to the sound of birds singing. He gently opened his eyes and got struck by the bright rays of light stroking through his window and pointing directly to his eyes. He turned around and got startled as sleep condensed his eyes while trying to imagine why he had been sleeping in his study for some days now. He could hear the sound of his ceiling fan rotating as it does during his work days. He observed the heavy, brooding silence that descended on him; the silence and loneliness he had gotten used to. Still feeling tired, he leaned back in his armchair and fell asleep again. Some minutes later, he eventually woke up to the sound of pattering footsteps. He could tell there were people in his office, not one person. He sluggishly stood up, looked around and was flabbergasted to some files and documents scattered around his study. “Who must have been here? Who would do this to me?” He stood there staring into space while fiddling with his keys. He turned to look

Miss Lance laid on the couch watching the puffy clouds with its dazzling texture from her window while creating beautiful pictures on her mind. She was rather nervous and excited at the same time to go on a dinner date with her boss. She had been longing for such moments so she knew she would have to spend a lot of time working on herself. She wanted to appear with that perfect look of Princess Qajar, an iconic beauty symbol of Persia. She had invited her best friend, Scarlett, over to her house to make her over. Even though she knew Scarlett was always devoted to her work, she hoped for a positive response. Pushing a bit forward, she picked up her girdle from the table where she had kept it earlier and wore it. She wanted to slim down her natural waistline to get an hourglass figure. She did not want anything that will steal her boss’ attention from her that evening. At the thought of that, she heard her phone beep. She hurried to check and saw a message from her friend, Scarlett

They stumbled into the room and he stopped to close the door, ignoring the passion that was building up between them. His faith in social goodwill was bolstered as he turned to look at her. He watched her as she gently removed her shoes and adjusted the hem of her dress. The cologne she wore was sophisticated and sultry, making him want to run his nose over every inch of her body. ‘Damn it!’ he murmured as a calculated smile flashed on his sexy lips. He imagined shifting those curls on her hair behind her ear and dropping a soft kiss on her neck. It sent burning flames down his groin and her exposed cleavages were not doing anything to control him. Realizing she was a complete stranger, he dropped his face down in disappointment, trying to erase every dirty thoughts he had about her from his mind. He moved some inches away from the door and sat on the bed, unconsciously snapping his fingers and looking very puzzled. He took a deep breath as he sat down beside her, giving a swift t

"What a horrible idea this was!" A stink of regret sat in her stomach as she stared at her sister, Chloe, in the facetime call they were having. She had never gone on a date with anyone in the past 26 years of her life. Weird? Her mother raised them as celibates after two failed marriage and an ocean worth of love drama that had to do with her past. Not wanting her babies to experience this particular maelstrom of shattered promises and lingering disappointments, she made them take a vow of celibacy. "Tell me it's a joke Cass, you're not really going to wear that. Are you?" Chloe cringed at the purple corporate dress she wore. It was a very thick cashmere material with a long sleeve and a collar at the neck region typically suitable for a business meeting. "I love it, makes me feel a bit warm and you know, comfortable." She smiled happily. "I know right? Amazingly gorgeous but could you please take it off? It's not a dinner meeting for crying out loud. You have a pile of clothe

Scarlett turned to the direction of his voice and bit her lip. Though she was delighted to see her, she got frustrated with the fact that Mr. Grey was attracted to her. Prisca had once told her about his weak spot for slim curvy ladies but she was skeptical about it. And to think she was thick, she literally had to stop the vaguely erotic ogles she was making at him. If she got a silver for each time someone told her she would have been more beautiful if she lost a little weight, she figured out she would probably be rich. Her heart skipped beats as she watched them lock in an embrace. "Am I jealous?" she thought. She increased her pace and interrupted them, forcing him to pull away. "Prisca!" she shouted, "I would have probably killed myself if I didn't set my eyes on you." Prisca blushed at the unexpected statement. "It's just one night and you wanted to go off the rails?" Scarlett piped up, "I missed you so much." "Don't make it seem like you're the only one who cares about h