The Midnight Fantasy Files

I’m Aisha, and I’ll never forget the night I met Siddharth in that mix dormitory. We were both strangers, solo travelers seeking adventure. The room was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of moonlight peeking through the windows. The air was crisp and cold, and I could hear the distant howling of wind outside.

As I lay in my bed, I noticed Siddharth stumbling into the room, clearly drunk. He staggered towards my bed and collapsed onto it, his body crashing against mine. I was taken aback, but I didn’t push him away. Instead, I let him sleep, thinking he’d leave in the morning.

But as the night wore on, the cold began to seep into my bones. I shivered beneath the thin blanket, and my eyes wandered to Siddharth’s sleeping form. He was warm, and his body seemed to radiate heat. Without thinking, I crawled into bed beside him, feeling his warmth envelop me.

As we lay there, our bodies began to touch, and I felt a spark of electricity run through me. Siddharth stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and our gazes met in the darkness. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep and liquor.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Siddharth’s eyes roamed over my face, and I could sense his desire growing. “You’re beautiful,” he slurred, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his fingers grazed my skin. “You’re drunk,” I teased, trying to sound casual despite the heat building inside me.

Siddharth chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. “Maybe, but I know what I want. And I want you.”

His words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I turned to face him, our bodies inches apart. “What do you want to do to me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Siddharth’s eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the hunger in them. “I want to fuck you,” he growled, his hand slipping beneath my shirt to cup my breast. “I want to suck your nipples, lick your pussy, and feel your ass against my cock.”

I gasped, his words sending a wave of arousal through me. “I want that too,” I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch his dick.

Siddharth groaned, his body tensing as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. “Touch me,” he begged, his voice hoarse with desire. “Make me come.”

I began to stroke his dick, feeling it grow harder in my hand. Siddharth’s eyes closed, and he let out a low moan, his body arching into my touch. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, his hips thrusting into my hand.

As I touched him, I felt my own desire growing. I wanted to feel his cock inside me, to have him fuck me hard and fast. “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my voice urgent.

Siddharth’s eyes snapped open, and he gazed at me with a fierce intensity. “I’ll fuck you,” he promised, his hand slipping between my legs to touch my pussy. “I’ll make you come, and then I’ll fill you with my sperm.”

I shuddered, his words sending a wave of excitement through me. Siddharth’s fingers probed my vagina, and I felt my orgasm building. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my body arching into his touch.

As we touched, our bodies began to move together, our hips thrusting in time. Siddharth’s cock rubbed against my ass, and I felt a surge of pleasure. “I want you to fuck my ass,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

Siddharth groaned, his body tensing with excitement. “I’ll fuck your ass,” he promised, his hand slipping beneath my butt to touch my anus. “I’ll make you come, and then I’ll fill you with my cock.”

As we moved together, our bodies began to sweat, our skin slick with desire. I felt Siddharth’s cock probing my vagina, and I knew I was ready. “Fuck me,” I begged, my voice urgent.

Siddharth thrust into me, his cock filling my pussy. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I knew I was going to come. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my body arching into his touch.

As we fucked, our bodies moved in perfect sync. Siddharth’s cock thrust into me, and I felt my orgasm building. “I’m going to