Late Night Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It thrived on exclusivity, where privacy was a given and silence was the real price of entry. Aiden sat across from me, pouring himself the fourth glass of wine like it was his first time tasting it. His ever-present smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his hood was up, shadowing his face. I guess his aesthetic for December was mysterious and brooding. No matter how much I thought about it, probably once, it was childish. He looked every bit like a man who didn’t take anything seriously, except money. And that was exactly what he was.

“Come for me again, Lena. Let me feel you.” I shattered around him with a broken moan, my pussy pulsing wildly. Adrian groaned, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and spilling hot ropes of cum across my stomach and thighs. We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing heavily. Reality slowly crept back in. It was past 2 a.m. Cleo was home alone. I had gone way too far tonight. “I… I really need to go home,” I whispered, voice hoarse from moaning.

"I wrote this. I used the pencil. This was supposed to be real!" The little girl with the blue balloon giggled. The sound was like silver bells, but it made my skin crawl. She skipped through the chocolate-mud, her white dress staying perfectly clean. "The Shareholders love 'Realism,' Kaima," she said, popping a small chocolate bubble with her toe. "But they don't like the *uncomfortable* parts of realism. They want the 'Aesthetic' of struggle, but with the comfort of a dessert. It's called 'Gourmet Survival.' It's trending on the Lunar Colonies right now."

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

He kissed her cheek and then he was gone. Jenny smiled. He really was an amazing person. She hoped one day he would find someone who made him feel as special as he made her feel. After adding some light make-up, eyeliner, and a soft pink lipstick. Jenny looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart was racing now but she was determined to make the night worthwhile. She never saw herself as someone who just wanted sex. But her relationship streak had dried up and her trusty vibrator wasn’t doing what she craved most. She quickly brushed her hair, deciding she’d leave it down. She added tiny cubic zirconia studded earrings, her finishing touch.

For example, one’s aesthetic was a rich, dark wood that was highlighted by antiqued brass, while another’s space was filled with curved, matte metals etched with patterned textures. Each one had unique and beautiful lighting, from somber oranges to bright blues. They all exuded unique vibes that attracted different people to them. Some loved them all and wandered between. Many of the more affluent attendees most certainly found themselves there, where they chatted amongst each other and drank the remainder of the cycle away. The announcer was here, albeit without all the makeup and glam, or the ostentatious outfit. Though that shit-eating grin was thoroughly plastered, as though it was pract

“I don't care. I do want you. I’m yours, Midnight. Do whatever you want with me.” He smiled against her mouth, and for a split second, his eyes glowed with a faint, predatory light. “Then come for your owner, little one. Come for me again and again. We have all night.” As the first orgasm tore through her under the open sky, Lila felt the last of her old life fall away. The graphic designer, the successful professional, the woman who lived alone in a high-rise—they were all gone. In their place was something new, something raw and honest.

The late-night exhibit at the Obsidian Gallery was designed to be consumed in near-darkness. The curators had intentionally dimmed the overheads, illuminating the avant-garde, monochromatic art pieces with sharp, dramatic pools of spotlight. It created a labyrinth of deep shadows, where patrons moved like ghosts, their whispers swallowed by the hypnotic, improvisational wail of a live saxophone playing somewhere near the center of the room.

I know there are a lot of guests to attend the party tonight and unknown people too so I must prepare myself even better so that I would be pleasant to look at especially in Mike’s eyes. It was 4:30 in the afternoon when I started to fix myself. I still have an hour to fix myself because at 6:30 in the evening the celebration will start. I took a shower to clean my whole body and put make-up on my face all by myself. After about half an hour of my makeover, I immediately went to my closet to find a nice and suitable outfit tonight for the party. And because the party is elegant and I can meet big people in the industry, I chose to wear a silver dress which is very fit for my body with less

If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night? I was about to push the door open and walk in when I heard a titillating sound coming from inside. It was Kathleen's voice, and she was moaning. Through the crack in the door, I cautiously peeked inside. Kathleen wasn't wearing any clothes. She was holding a toy in one hand and her phone in the other, with her back facing me. I couldn't see what was on her phone. But upon seeing her in such a state, I stood there in silence for a long time and didn't know what to do.