April, After Midnight
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Stacey Martin can't sleep after a long day at work. She asks her girlfriend to tell her a story. Is this fantastic tale true?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Tear Jerker Paranormal Magic DomSub Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
~Monday 14 October, 2024~
Monday came way too quickly. April groaned softly as her phone alarm woke her. She angrily reached for her phone without opening her eyes, silencing the annoying noise. Feeling Evan’s absence, she reluctantly sat up and rubbed her eyes. She must have slept through his alarm.
April saw Evan’s laptop on the desk, relief flooding her as she realized he hadn’t left. She stared at the rumpled sheets, wishing she didn’t have to leave them. Reluctantly, she put her glasses on and climbed out of bed, raising her arms above her head as she stretched. At that moment, Evan walked in fully dressed for work, his hair still damp from his shower.
“Now that’s a sight to behold,” he commented, looking at April’s nude body.
“All yours, baby,” April purred, sashaying over to him and placing her hands at the back of his neck as she pecked his lips. “Want some morning pussy?”
“Yes, but I can’t,” Evan sighed reluctantly. “I have to get to work.”
“We could call out,” April mumbled quietly. “Spend the whole day in bed. You can do anything you want to me.”
“You know we can’t,” he shook his head, his hand cupping her butt. “We have lives, we can’t just fuck the days away.”
“We could request to work from home?” she offered.
“I can’t, I have meetings all week,” he shook his head. “Besides, I don’t think I could keep my hands off you. You have that update to finish. We can’t.”
“Too bad,” she pouted, kissing him. “But, you’re right. Have a good day at work.”
“You too, babe,” Evan replied.
The morning felt wrong from the moment April left the apartment. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was noticeable. She also couldn’t explain why. She just felt off. Adjusting her glasses as she walked toward her cubicle, her thoughts drifted back to the weekend. Warmth, closeness, the quiet rhythm. The mind-warping orgasms. She took her phone out of her pocket and sent a quick text.
April: I miss you.
Evan: Miss you too, babe!
The warmth flickered again. Softer than when she was with Evan and the book, but it was still there. Taking her seat at her desk, April took a large sip of coffee and started up her computer. She had no desire to write code, but there was no choice. April smiled softly as she thought about the weekend, her work an afterthought.
“Okay, spill,” Lena’s voice spoke, making April jump.
Turning her desk chair, she saw Lena watching with a satisfied smirk. “What?”
“You disappear all weekend, come in looking like that, and you think I’m not going to ask questions?” Lena asked.
“Looking like what?” April frowned slightly.
Lena gestured vaguely at April. “Happy. Distracted. Glowing. Slightly smug.”
“I am not smug,” April giggled.
“You are absolutely smug,” Lena declared, walking over and lowering her voice. “The kind of smug glow a girl gets after she’s had the best dick of her life.”
Evan and I had a good weekend,” she blushed slightly.
“Fuck, I’m jealous,” Lena shook her head.
“Hey, what about you?” April asked. “You gonna see your bar guy again?”
“I know you’ve never had one, but I’m sure you understand the concept of a one-night stand,” Lena sighed. “I wouldn’t mind something long-term, but he wasn’t it.”
“Didn’t like him? Bad sex?” April questioned. “I usually wouldn’t ask, but you seem to have no problem prying into my sex life.”
“The sex was fine, he just ... I don’t know,” Lena shrugged helplessly. “It was typical. He was typical. Wanted to get to the good stuff as fast as possible and not get to know me. He was more interested in fucking my tits than looking at my face.”
“In his defense, those things take up a lot of space,” April teased, glad she could just cuddle with Evan for hours. Sure, they both got horny, but hours could still pass while they held each other.
“Yeah, yeah,” Lena waved her off, walking away. “By the way, keep it up. You look happy and you really are glowing.”
By late morning, the glow had faded. April stared at her monitors, the code refusing to settle into anything coherent. She had written the same line three times, deleted it twice, rewrote it again, before finally managing to form the right wording. A nervous breath escaped her lips; the update had to be finished by the end of the week. She was struggling to care.
When her phone buzzed, she checked it immediately, her face falling when it turned out to be an email. Stacey posted her artwork anonymously on NaughtyDraw, but April had figured out the account years ago. April would normally have rushed to see what Stacey had drawn, but instead dismissed the notification.
By lunch, it was worse. April stayed at her desk, picking at her food more than actually eating. It was easier than dealing with Lena; easier than pretending she could focus. Evan had only sent a single text, letting her know he was in a long meeting that would go through lunch. The lessons kept circling in her head, reminding her of how to keep her relationship whole, how to avoid any pitfalls.
Awareness. That one was easy. She felt him constantly, like a quiet presence just out of reach. Proximity. Touch. Shared Warmth. Her fingers tightened slightly around her fork as longing filled her heart. Sadly, those three lessons would have to wait.
Desire. Heat flickered low in her chest. Surrender. She had already given Evan more than she ever thought she would. April exhaled slowly, shifting in her chair. Hunger. That one lingered. It wasn’t just wanting him; it was needing him. Needing his voice, his touch, and the way everything else fell away when he was close.
Possession. That word settled heavier. Not control, not really. It was wanting to be completely his. April swallowed, her pulse picking up slightly. Abandonment of Restraint. Her lips pressed together. That one was tough to do from across town. Finally, Union. They had felt that already; something deeper than just being together.
April stared at her phone for a long moment. Hunger and Union. Slowly, a small, dangerous idea began to form.
“Bathroom,” April muttered under her breath as she pushed her chair back.
A simple walk to the restroom felt longer than it should have. The warmth had returned; sharper, restless. Yet, April felt much better. She felt better because she had a plan to feel closer to Evan. A plan to build his Hunger, his need to Possess her. By the time she reached the ladies’ room, April wasn’t thinking about work anymore.
There weren’t any other women in the restroom, but April still had to shut herself in a stall in case anyone showed up. She checked her reflection in a compact mirror from her purse, straightening her glasses and adjusting her hair. Then she took out her phone.
Hunger. The word surfaced unbidden, settling into her thoughts. April hesitated. She knew she was at work, knew Evan was in an important meeting. Yet she felt increasingly restless the longer she delayed. Her thumb moved across the screen, sending a quick message.
April: Still in your meeting?
Evan after waiting for almost a minute the typing bubble didn’t appear. April swallowed, her grip tightening on the phone. She made sure the stall was locked as the warmth spread, low and steady, coiling tighter. It wasn’t like he’d check his phone when someone else could see. Everything would be fine.
Lifting her gray business skirt slightly, April aimed her phone between her legs to get a shot of her underwear. She stared at the picture for a moment, her heart beating fast. Abandonment of Restraint. The phrase slipped through her thoughts; not a command, a suggestion. She pressed send.
That made her feel so good, she decided not to stop. Or perhaps, she couldn’t stop. Removing her business jacket, she opened her shirt to get a picture of her bra-clad breasts. She took a couple of her face, blowing kisses at the camera. Pulling her boobs out of the cups, she got a nice topless shot that included her face. April even slid her panties down to give him a look at her pussy. Send. Send. Send.
April lowered her phone, her breath catching as the warmth surged; stronger than before, sharper. Almost dizzying. For a moment she just stood in the stall, staring at nothing. The response didn’t come right away, so she fixed her clothes and returned to her desk to finish lunch.
Evan’s meeting ended just after April finished her meal. It wasn’t easy, but she did her best to alternate texting with Evan and working on code. Fortunately, she had a few simple bugs to fix that didn’t require much of her attention. She was still restless, but the texting helped.
Evan: I am now.
Evan: Wow, April. Wow.
April: You said you were busy. I didn’t want to forget the sexy body you own.
Evan: I was busy. I am. Right into another meeting. This one with the CFO.
Evan: I don’t care.
April: You might get in trouble.
Evan: I don’t care.
April: You’re going to get in trouble.
Evan: Worth it.
Evan: I can’t stop thinking about you, babe.
April: Good.
Evan: Not good. I need you.
Need. That word settled deeper and heavier than the others. She could feel her own need for Evan. The warmth in her chest yearned for him, as did the dampness between her legs. She submitted a fix for several bugs before dealing with a few of her emails. Emails she didn’t care about.
April: You’ll see me tonight.
Evan: That’s too long.
April: I know.
Evan: God, I want you.
April: You have me, baby. You have all of me.
Evan: What are we doing tonight?
April: Are you staying late again?
Evan: Probably. You?
April: Fuck, no. I’ll go home and make dinner.
Evan: Perfect. Make whatever you like. You’re all I need.
April: Mm, I’m gonna suck that big dick of yours tonight. Deepthroat you until I choke.
Evan: Then what?
April: Then I’m gonna bend over and beg for it like the slutty bitch in heat I am.
Evan: Don’t change out of the business outfit. I want to fuck you in that.
April: Done.
Her heart skipped as she put her phone back in her purse. “A desperate flame will seek any vessel to contain it.” That line from the book surfaced without warning. She pushed it away. Evan and April would contain each other’s flames that evening. Just the thought made April smile in anticipation.
By the end of the day, April had just barely managed to get what she needed to done. She shut off her computer, the dual monitors going dark. Putting on a smile, she talked with Lena a few minutes while they walked out to their cars. A quick hug goodbye, and April was on her way to the apartment.
April exhaled slowly when she finally stepped into the home she shared with Evan. It bothered her that he wasn’t there, but she reasoned she had to make dinner anyway. Walking into the kitchen, April froze when she saw Secrets of the Passionate Arts open on the coffee table.
She was sure she had left it closed in a different room. April hesitated before moving closer, drawn to the book. The warmth pulsed stronger with each step, inviting her closer. Her gaze dropped to the pages. There was no warning, no blocks of text, no titles, no passages demanding attention.
Instead the two pages were filled with illustrations. Two figures with no names or descriptions were moving through familiar moments. Holding hands, gazing at each other, laying together. There was nothing explicit, yet April felt a resonance with the scenes. The woman still looked like her, and the man still looked like Evan.
April turned the page. The next set of illustrations showed the man and woman with other people in the background. As the scenes continued, the other people grew more distant until only the lovers remained. That was when the scenes got explicit. Every sexual position imaginable was illustrated there, making April’s cheeks redden.
She turned another page. The sex scenes were incredible, they were all-consuming. April noticed they had become more than just two people having sex. The fire the book always mentioned was illustrated. It consumed the two lovers, until the entire world burned away. Nothing else existed but the heat of their passion, their union.
Dinner was a simple chicken dish with potatoes and broccoli. It was finished and the table set by the time Evan walked in. April threw herself at him, kissing him hard as the lovers clung to each other. They almost ended up having sex on the kitchen floor, but managed to compose themselves so they could eat.
When eating at the kitchen table, they usually sat on opposite sides so they could face each other. Instead they chose to sit side-by-side, shoulders touching. It wasn’t easy to eat while holding hands, but neither of them was willing to let go. They laughed and talked while doing the dishes together after.
True to her word, April dragged Evan into the bedroom and got on her knees. Moments later, his cock was in her mouth. With her hands on his thighs, April eagerly sucked on him for several minutes. Pulling him from her mouth, she slapped her face with his dick before stroking him while licking his nuts. Then she took him deep again, gagging lightly as she held the deepthroat.
Pulling April to her feet, Evan bent her over the bed and pulled her underwear down to her knees. With his hands on her waist, Evan slipped inside her familiar hole. April’s pussy clamped down on him as she moaned, her hands clenching the sheets. His hand slapped her butt, making her yelp in surprise.
“Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” April groaned, her body shaking. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Holding her hip, Evan reached forward and pulled April’s head back by the hair as he pumped her pussy from behind. The little nerd squirmed beneath him, her toes curling as she wailed her pleasure. It was rough and dirty; amazing sex they both loved. They were both insatiable.
“Gonna cum!” Evan grunted a few minutes later, one hand on her shoulder while the other held her waist.
“Cum inside me!” April begged wantonly. “Cum in me! Fill me, fill me, fill me!”
Evan held himself balls-deep in her twat as he groaned, shooting his entire load into her. April tensed, the feeling of warm cum squirting into her drawing out her own orgasm. When his orgasm ended, he gently pushed in and out of her pussy until his dick softened.
When he pulled out, April spun around and dropped to her knees. She cleaned his cock with her mouth until he had to shove her away. His jaw dropped when she hiked up her gray skirt and gathered his semen onto her fingers. Her green eyes sparkled as she ate his cum out of her own pussy.
Neither of them remembered much after that. There was some shower sex, there was cuddling in bed, April even got fucked on the kitchen table at one point. They both should have been wrung dry, yet they still managed to keep going. In between sessions, they held each other, not requiring any entertainment. They just needed each other.
~Tuesday 15 October, 2024~
The glow was definitely gone. April noticed the moment she caught her reflection in the edge of her monitor. She looked the same, but somehow felt different. The warmth was still inside her, but something about it felt unsettled. It wasn’t the comforting presence she was used to.
“Okay, what happened?” Lena asked, appearing by the desk and startling April.
“What do you mean?” April replied too quickly.
“Yesterday you were glowing. Today?” Lena gestured vaguely. “You look like you didn’t sleep, someone pissed in your cereal, then your car broke down on the way into work.”
“My car is fine and no one peed in my breakfast,” April snorted before sighing. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep.”
“You and Evan having problems again already?” Lena raised an eyebrow. “You should get your money back for that book.”
“No, we’re fine,” she shook her head. “Better than fine, really. We’re great.”
“Why couldn’t you sleep?” Lena probed gently. “If you were up all night fucking, the glow would still be there. Stressed about the update?”
“Nah, we’ll finish by Friday,” April answered. “I don’t know, I guess I’m a little restless. It almost feels like a honeymoon phase with Evan.”
“Can’t even go a work day without him? Awe!” Lena giggled, lightly scratching the back of April’s head. “That’s fucking adorable!”
“Stop,” April brushed her hand away in annoyance. “If you’re not gonna help, go away.”
“How am I supposed to help?” Lena challenged. “Finger-bang you in the bathroom to take the edge off?”
“Yeah ... go away,” April grumbled, crossing her arms.
“I’d suggest working from home, but we need you here,” Lena said, leaning against the desk. “We have to have everything finalized by Friday or there will be hell to pay.”
“Evan has a lot of meetings this week anyway,” April shook her head.
“Maybe you two should go on a vacation in a few weeks?” Lena suggested. “Get away for a while and celebrate the renewed relationship.”
“That does sound nice,” April nodded. “If the update goes well, there won’t be any issue getting it approved.”
“In the meantime, sexting can be almost as much fun as actual sex,” Lena held up her phone. “I met a few guys on Matches that I never met in person. We just send dirty texts and make each other cum.”
“That’s tough when he’s in meetings, but I’ll give it a shot,” April smiled. “Thanks, Lena.”
“You’re welcome,” Lena responded as she started to leave. “Just stay focused. We’re screwed without that super-brain of yours.”
April’s attention returned to the screen, fingers resting on the keyboard without moving. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to work. The update was nearing completion, with only some final testing and bug-fixing necessary. As long as April could focus for the rest of the week, she could put in for some time off. Evan wasn’t in constant meetings, so he was able to text a bit during the morning.
April: What are you doing?
Evan: Trying to work.
Evan: And failing.
April: Same.
Evan: This is getting bad.
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