Midnight Addiction – I Need Some Late Night Cock

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I have always heard my midnight addiction call to me in whispers, beckoning me beyond the safety of my bedroom walls.  By day, I am a reliable, responsible, loyal housewife following the quiet rhythm of my life.  But when the moon rises, so do my desires.  Before it became my midnight addiction, it started with curiosity.  Sometimes I’d catch glimpses of strange men passing through my neighborhood.  Their eyes alive with stories I longed to hear.  Men with laughter that echoed down the streets.  I wanted to touch them, feel them touching me.  Feel the thrill of the unknown.

The Forbidden Path- Midnight Addiction

When the clock strikes midnight and the world lay silent, I slip out the back door while my husband lies sleeping peacefully.  So far, he hasn’t caught on to my midnight addiction.  The cool night air kisses my nearly naked body as I make my way from the backyard to the secret path behind my house.

The first night, I met Caleb.  He was a married father of three from a few streets over from our home.  We shared a bottle of wine while sitting on his tailgate.  Before I knew it I was lying back with his head buried between my legs. His tongue darting from my clit to deep inside my wet vagina hole and back again.  I thoroughly enjoyed the attention.   My midnight addiction was quickly becoming my favorite past time, I began to feel like the whore next door.

Then there was Thomas, whose laughter rolled like thunder.  He spoke with an accent and taught me songs in languages I couldn’t pronounce.  I soon discovered his cock was long and girthy and when he bent me over and took me from behind it made my eyes roll back with pleasure.  His wife worked the overnight shift.  Quickly my midnight addiction became his as well.  We spent many nights together at his place well she was away.

Danny lived nearly two miles from my home.  I wondered into his garage late one night pursuing my midnight addiction.  He was working on a lawn mower.  I cheerfully introduced myself wearing little more than tennis shoes and a warm smile.  In short time, we were making out and groping one another while his family was inside peacefully sleeping.  My midnight addiction led me to sucking his cock until I drained his balls dry and begged for more.

My Late Night Quest For Cock

I realized perusing the neighborhoods scantily dressed after midnight was dangerous.  Warnings echoed in my mind cautioning me about the darkness.  But the thrill of my midnight addiction felt distant beneath the search for adventure.  Each night I returned home often with a twat full of cum and the scent of different men lingering on my body along with their fingerprints.  Although my husband never suspected a thing, nights like these couldn’t last forever.

One evening as I slipped out the back door for another taste of my midnight addiction, a fog loomed on the horizon I had not noticed before.  As if some sort of warning.  Not far from home I met a man I didn’t know walking in my direction.  He wasn’t like Caleb or Thomas.  His smile was sharp, his eyes glinting like steel.  He asked me questions I couldn’t answer, about why I was there and what I wanted.  His laughter wasn’t warm- it was cold and hard.  He sent shivers down my spine, and the path I once knew so well felt foreign and cruel.  I left quickly, my heart hammering in my chest.  I didn’t sleep that night.

The next evening, I stayed home.  The pull of my midnight addiction was still strong but now muted by caution.  I didn’t stop wanting more, but I learned to choose my paths more carefully.

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