Midnight Pleasures Novels & Stories

Lucy defended them but worry filled her face. Madeleine felt the tension. During dinner she barely ate. Michael served her with steady hands. Under the table their feet touched. It gave her small comfort. After the meal they met briefly in the hallway. He pulled her into a dark corner. His hands cupped her breasts through her dress. He kissed her neck. “I need you again tonight,” he said against her skin. She nodded. “Come to me after midnight.”

The Midnight Perimeter By midnight, the vast penthouse was swallowed in a heavy, suffocating darkness. The only illumination came from the amber glow of the Manhattan skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite. The massive king-sized bed felt entirely too small. Avery lay on the left side of the mattress, propped up on one elbow, a wicked, triumphant smirk playing on her lips in the dark. She had executed her strategy flawlessly. To absolutely destroy Vivian’s peaceful mind, she had chosen her most provocative, sheer black lace lingerie—a piece so daring it made the emerald lace from the previous morning look entirely modest.

I wasn't much hungry still I was having it with him. We sat down and he was making coffee. He wanted to watch a movie. After taking his medicines. We sat in bed watching the movie. The movie was romantic and full of steamy scenes. It was a dark and stormy night, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to have sex in a rainstorm, thunder, lightning, and all. Ryan and I were just sitting around watching another dull boring Sunday night line-up on the tube. "There's nothing worth watching anyway," I told him,

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

Wave after wave of pleasure consumed her until she slipped into unconsciousness. Mike released her throat, driving deep into her limp body. His cum surged, filling her with hot, thick spurts that overflowed, dripping down her thighs. The cameras recorded the gush of cum and juices spilling from her ravaged pussy, a final testament to her debasement. As Mindy stirred, her body aching yet still tingling with aftershocks, Mike stood before her, a smirk curling his lips. “Give Jason my regards,” he said, his voice cold. “I hope he enjoys the show. If you ever crave a real man, you know where I am.”

The old manor stood silent under the cloak of a moonless night, its ivy-covered walls and gothic arches casting eerie shadows across the sprawling grounds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning sage, a heady mix that stirred a restless excitement in my chest. I adjusted the black lace dress that hugged my curves, the fabric whispering against my skin as I approached the hidden entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. I’d heard whispers of the Midnight Coven—a secretive gathering of women bound by ancient rituals and unrestrained desire—and my curiosity, tempered by a daring streak, had drawn me here. My pussy tingled with the promise of forbidde

Only half of his length fit, so I placed my hand around the remainder as I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth allowing my tongue to circle his head with each trust. I could feel his excitement rise as his hands reached for the back of my head pushing himself further into my throat then I had imagined possible. My body was tingling with lust, every moan he made and every thrust set my nerves on fire. I could feel his pleasure coasting through my vines as if it were my own. I felt him nearing his release as together we quickened our pace. With one final trust into the back of my throat, I felt his cum explode in my mouth and my own body echo his release. His saltiness covered my taste buds

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

/səˈlāSHəs/ arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination. Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion. - Gaiven Clairmont Laila Beg for him? Men are the ones who beg not me. But fuck! He makes my core ache. We entered the double doors of the club. The amusement sparkled within me because of the different strings of neon lights surrounding the club or how the placement of the dim lights with red and blue hints under every table.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?