Midnight Pleasures Novels & Stories

Part One: Hot Pleasure The meeting had run longer than expected and Tracie Hill was nearly at the end of her self-control. That morning, before they left the condo, J.P. "Pete" Montgomery, the sexy hunk that was both her boss and lover and bent her over the bed and slipped two little ivory balls all the way up into her vagina. Then he'd insisted she put on the killer heels he loved. As soon as she started to walk, they began to rub together, sending sparks of heat shooting through her and making her instantly aroused.

She was just in there. Staring at the empty ceiling, feeling the world as it goes around her. In the warm glow of the lamp, her fears won't fade away. Just like all her other nights, this one is not different. She still cannot sleep no matter how she shut her eyes. Her brain is a train-wreck, nudging her to open her eyes and be alert of something not existing. And she complied. Her eyes darted from one dark corner to the next until it had scanned 360 over her tiny bedroom, at last it landed on her Stitch alarm clock, the long hand silently pointing to twelve. With a sigh, she jerked up, opened the drawer of her bedside table and groped for a tiny bottle -her saving grace. She took

His insides were on fire, screaming at the prospect of a princess resting on him. “You’re blushing,” Almira stated and his blush deepened, forcing him to look away with embarrassment. “You’re so adorable,” she chuckled. “Tease,” he mumbled under his breath. “Your laps are comfy. It might become my favorite place,” Almira muttered, shutting her eyes. “Princess….” “Sshhh! I’m trying to sleep.”

The nerve on this bitch, he was going to teach her a lesson. Night came and his land was filled with the lovely symphony of a million-night critters. Joseph stood by his pool with a glass of evening wine as he watched the beautiful artwork of fireflies on his land. The image of Felicity walking down the stairs sent another ripple of pleasure down his groin and fought with the fabric of his nightwear. He gulped the remaining contents of his glass and looked down at his watch. It was already midnight. It was time to break in his bitch once again.

A girl replied, "Yeah, I've seen it too. It seemed that they wanted to kick her out of the entertainment industry. Her fans are starting to turn against her and the comments about her on the Internet are all extremely malicious!" Adeline and Chloe glanced at each other in silence and gave a knowing smile. "I also heard that Lydia Fisher did wrong by someone. She was mysteriously shipped off to the Midnight Club in Afrisco yesterday," the thin middle-aged man said softly. Midnight Club in Afrisco was a renowned brothel. It was named Midnight because all the deals made at the club were done in the dark. Girls who were sent there not only had to entertain mainly in s*xual ways but would also be

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.

Always just friends. The lights dropped. The screen lit up with the opening credits. Slow piano music, red title fading in: “Midnight Whisper.” Not the horror title I’d thought I clicked on. I frowned. The poster outside had been all shadows and a woman’s silhouette. I’d assumed it was some psychological thriller. But the first scene opened with soft lighting, a bedroom, silk sheets, a man and a woman already half-undressed, mouths on skin. My stomach dropped. Mark leaned over, breath warm against my ear. “Ari… what kind of movie did you pick?”

A wolf was a patient thing, but it was never asleep. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she crossed the quiet street leading out of downtown. Behind her, neon signs flickered through the fog—Open 24 Hours, Psychic Readings, Best Dumplings in the City. Ahead, the glow faded into darkness. A single streetlight buzzed above a cracked bike path, and beyond that: the forest. A black smudge at the city's edge, older than all its buildings, stubborn as bone. Most nights, Charlie shifted in her apartment or the warehouse she rented near the docks. But tonight something tugged at her—an instinctual itch beneath her ribs. A direction. A pull.

"N-no... Just y-you..." "And you, of course!" The suppressed excitement lent color to his voice. It was like listening to the sound of falling gravel. Jagged. Rigid. Remorseless. "P-please, M-master! I am o-old. The p-pain..." "I remember you telling me this is pleasurable to you." Using the lighter, he lighted the 'candle'.

The sweet smell of it spread in the bathroom. Then, I took my cd player and put in a cd of relaxing music. Everything was ready! I undressed and sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes while enjoying the music. What a wonderful feeling!... When I opened my eyes, the water had cooled. What the heck! I checked what time it was. What? When did the time go so far, 11:20 at night?! The cd was over. I got out of the bathtub and put on my fluffy bathrobe. After so many hours of sleep, I felt like a dizzy chicken. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly I felt the desire to enjoy a glass of red wine. I got up and went to the fridge to get one. And then I remembered that I didn't buy one! I had fo