Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)
When she hiked up her dress and sank into my chair, my chair, where I spent my mornings calculating fortunes, I felt a violent jolt of electricity shoot straight to my groin.
I watched her take it. I watched the way her head fell back against the headrest, her throat arched in a silent scream of pleasure. She looked like a saint in the throes of a dark ecstasy. My eyes were glued to the screen, watching the rhythmic glide of the ebony wood disappearing into her, stretching her, claiming her in my name.
And then I heard it. Even through the low-quality audio of the hidden mic, I heard it.
"Julian..." The sound of my name on her lips, gasped out in a moment of pure, unadulterated filth, was my