Midnight Mischief
A Tale of Fleeting Flames
By Ivory MaxwellPublished 12 months ago • Updated 12 months ago • 1 min read
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She was sitting alone at the bar when he walked in.
He had a confidence that she found irresistible.
Without a word, he took her hand and pulled her towards him. His lips were magnetic, and she could feel her body go weak.
As they kissed, she felt his hand slip inside her panties. He was skilled and knew how to touch her, making her moan. She whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him, and without hesitation, he whisked her away to his hotel room, where they spent the night exploring each other's bodies, satisfying every desire.
She left with a wicked smile the following day, knowing they would meet again soon.
About the Creator
Ivory Maxwell
Creative here! Finding a safe haven to write tidbits of stories, I hope to self-publish one day.
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