After Dark - The Birthday Gift ✔️
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  • Reads 854
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 7
  • Time 49m
Complete, First published Dec 06, 2024
Mature
Welcome to After Dark - Steamy Nightly Encounters
Steamy, sexy novelettes/short stories about unexpected one night encounters. 

The Birthday Gift
Join Amelia and Nick in a surprise one night encounter where a birthday gift is not all it seems.

Language and mature themes (18+)

All characters and events in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Any similarities in plot to other works, movies, books or elsewhere is completely unintentional and coincidental.

I work hard to ensure my stories are original from character creation to the storyline. I never publish unless I am 100% satisfied. No part of this story may reproduced in any form or by any means, without permission.

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