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Midnight Mischief

A Tale of Fleeting Flames

By Ivory MaxwellPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Midnight Mischief
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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.

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Ivory Maxwell

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    Written by Ivory Maxwell