Midnight Pleasure Novels & Stories

I lay there trembling, body buzzing, mind hazy with satisfaction and confusion. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, opening the message from Lisa. It was a video. Lisa on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her clean-shaven, dripping wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy like she was high on it. The wet sounds were loud, her big tits heaving as she moaned my name softly.

Amy As the sun filtered through the towering trees, the campsite came to life with a sense of quiet anticipation. A gentle mist rose from the nearby lake, creating an ethereal veil that softened the edges of the camp. The aroma of roasted pork through the crisp morning air, mingled with the earthy scent of the forest. Tents, like sentinels of adventure, stood in neat rows, their nylon sides shimmering with dewdrops. Birds, perched on branches above, sang a harmonious chorus, welcoming the new day with cheerful melodies.

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

The club at midnight has its own weather. When the last guest’s perfume fades and the ice melts down to clear islands in the sink, Elysium exhales. The chandeliers rest their glitter. The leather breathes. Even the monitors in the control room lower their volume to a whisper-blue pulse. You can hear the building think.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

The main branch of the Midnight Resort is a humble 12-story building complex found in the more ancient parts of the city. It takes up about half the city block so what it lacks in height, it makes up for in width. It is a well-known place for its numerous entertainment centers, video game arcades, computer cafes, dance clubs, and event venues. But what it’s really known for are the rumors… Rumors of it housing a hotel/pleasure house which can only be accessed from a specific entrance somewhere at the back.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

Midnight comes as perfect black, the true companion of every good night. It deepens over a broad and starlight sky, a sweet embrace and a fresh chance to dream anew. That was the time when Joshua Hong arrived at the Hong residence. He didn't had the chance to go back at his hotel and get his cellphone.

Midnight came to the island like a heavy black velvet blanket, the warm Aegean wind howling softly through the open terrace doors of the master suite. The bedroom was dark, save for the flickering, amber light of a single candle on the vanity. I sat on the edge of the massive bed, wearing a dark silk slip that left my shoulders and the raw, throbbing mating mark on my neck completely exposed to the shadows. The spiritual tether beneath my skin was humming, a deep, heavy pulse that told me he was close before I even heard his boots against the stone floor.

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that…” He suddenly stopped moving and pulled back, leaving me empty and aching. “Not yet,” he said with a dark smile. “The Midnight Tease is far from over.” I collapsed onto the bed, panting, my body shaking with denied pleasure. My pussy was throbbing painfully, dripping onto the sheets. I looked up at Ryan, eyes glassy with lust, and whispered breathlessly: “My next dare is going to be even filthier…”