Midnight Pleasures Novels & Stories

His thumb still circled my clit, wringing all the possible pleasure from me as my legs shuddered and wilted under the sensation. The door softly rattled as the clock struck midnight he slowly withdrew. Pulling ourselves together he took my hand and said, “come on, we have a Royal suite for a reason,” and took me upstairs to continue adoring me and my body until dawn.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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.

She is nothing but a slave, one that has been assigned to warm my bed and satisfy me. Her loud moans and groans filled the entire room, ringing out to the hearing of the waiting slaves outside my bedroom door, I don't care if they could hear our sounds of pleasure, or her cries as she receive every long and hard thrust from me, not t while her pussy clamped around me and my dick throbbed to climax as I pulled out fast enough to release my warm cum all over her back. A sense of peace and calm enveloped me. My breathing came out ragged and the woman I had been fucking rushed out of my room, limping. I smirked. She would be telling tales of this encounter for the next few days to the others who

Oh, two can play this game, mister. Taking another long sip, I close my eyes and breathe a barely audible moan of satisfaction. Humming sweetly, I flutter my eyes open and sigh. “You have exquisite taste. I get the impression that you enjoy the finest pleasures in life.” Trailing his tongue along the rim of his glass after taking a sip, Walker sinks into his chair and leans back. With a playful smirk, he rakes his eyes over me while casually swirling the blood-red liquid in his nearly empty glass. “Are there any specific pleasures you enjoy, my darling?” he asks, mischief sparkling in his heated gaze. Good, my flirting is working.

******** The night was pretty long, I told myself as I looked at the clock and returned to bed. It was barely midnight, and I wished dawn would break so I would be out of the house. Something was sliding up my thighs beneath the duvet cover, and I stirred, pulling my legs away. It could be an insect, one of those stubborn flies, maybe. Again, it brushed close to my vagina. My hand reached downwards and touched something. What if it was a snake? I asked myself. My eyes fluttered open, and I jerked my head up. Two pairs of eyes were staring at me.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Little flame of lust began burning my skin as raw pleasure attacked my drenched folds. The night is long at the same time short. The clothes I have packed and the supposedly flight by midnight was long forgotten. As we immersed ourselves in the worldly pleasure. We spend the night tossing and turning the sheet until the new morning sun was peeking out from the horizon. I haven't gotten sleep yet. However, Martin had his eyes tightly shut. His breathing was even. I smiled at his sight. He look so peaceful, tranquil and tired. Martin has a strong and clean jaw line, as he always maintain a clear appearance in his line of work. He never kept beard nor mustache even though he wants to. His hair