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Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories

Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories

Author: Orion04
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Chapter 1 Elsie's Dirty Secret

Word Count: 1535    |    Released on: 01/07/2025

thirty-one, married to a man who loves me in his quiet, predictable way. Two kids, a mortgage, a life that's safe but suffocating. That's why I'm here, two towns over, where no one knows my name. This place, The Velvet Room, is

subtle flash of thigh, a slow drag of my fingers along my collarbone, a deliberate wink-that's all it takes. They come to me. The

th stubble, and his eyes-hazel, sharp, predatory-lock onto mine. My pulse kicks up, a familiar heat pooling low in my belly. I want him. I can already imagine his weight pressing me down, his hands rough

poken but clear: they follow, we collide, and then we part ways. No names, no numbers, no strings. The hallway is dim, the air heavy with the scent of liquor and possibility. I push open the restroom

rist. Up close, he's even better-muscular arms straining against his sleeves, a faint scar above his eyebrow that makes him look dangerous

yes going over my body with

I reply, my bac

velly, with a hint of amusement. He steps closer, clo

thighs clench. I lean back against the counter, my han

ouch, a silent yes. "What's a woman like you doing in a place like

ay, bold, my eyes never leaving his.

le and intent. His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, and I gasp as his fingers

find his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid planes beneath. I want to tear i

ly, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in as his tongue explores mine. It's messy, desperate, exactly what I came for. His hands are e

rds send a shiver through me. I tug at his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle, desperate to feel him. He helps, undoing it with one ha

to stifle a cry, my head falling back as he adds another, his thumb brushing my clit with maddening preci

hind me. I nod, unable to form words as he curls his fingers, hitting just the right

oulders, my nails leaving marks as the tension builds. I come hard, a wave of pleasure that leaves me tre

and my breath catches at the sight of him-thick, hard, ready. He groans as I wrap my hand

hands braced on the counter. He lifts my dress, baring me, and I feel the cool air against my skin before his warmth press

. I push back against him, urging him deeper, faster. "Harder," I say, and he complies, his thrusts picking up speed, each one driving me highe

e's close too. I clench around him, wanting to feel him lose control, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. My second orgasm builds, faster this time, and whe

nd reality creeps back in. I straighten my dress, smooth my hair, avoiding his gaze in the mirror. This is the

his eye that makes my stomach flip. I don't respond, just unlock the doo

o my husband, my kids, my life. But a part of me knows I'll be back here, at this table, waiting

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