Silken Temptation E-Book

Isabelle Noir

• Herausgeber: Isabelle Noir
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 48

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Dive into the world of forbidden desires with Silken Temptation by Isabelle Noir. Five scintillating short stories transport you to luxurious settings where silken touches and dark fantasies push the boundaries of pleasure. From secret encounters in elegant Victorian flats to passionate nights in pulsating clubs, each story is a dance of seduction, woven with the allure of nylon and the magic of the forbidden. Isabelle Noir ignites erotic imagination with her masterful pen, setting the senses ablaze. Perfect for readers seeking sensual erotica with a touch of sophistication. Discover more of Isabelle Noirs seductive world (18+).18+ | Erotic Short Stories | Nylon Fetish | Romantic Erotica

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Silken Temptation

Erotic Short Stories

Isabelle Noir

The Flatshare

A Morning in Belgravia

“Last night was impossible to ignore, you know?”

“Excuse me?”

Isabelle and Elias sat at an elegant dark mahogany dining table in the sunlit kitchen of their shared flat. The tall windows of the Victorian townhouse in Belgravia, one of London’s most exclusive neighborhoods, offered a view of manicured gardens. Golden morning sunlight spilled onto the marble floor, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

They were alone in the spacious flat, as their other two flatmates were visiting family. Elias, with a mocking smile, repeated, “I heard you. Honestly, I’d prefer if you took your… activities elsewhere instead of making the walls shake all night.”

Isabelle felt her cheeks flush. Both students at the London School of Economics, she had hoped Elias, who slept in the next room, hadn’t noticed her secret lover, Professor Julian Blackwood, visiting last night. The night had been a symphony of passion—Julian, an experienced lover whose stamina never ceased to amaze her. But he was married, making their flat the only place for their clandestine meetings. The fact that he was her professor made the situation even more delicate.

“If you breathe a word to anyone, you’re a dead man,” she hissed, her green eyes flashing a warning.

Elias bit into his croissant, studying her. “What do you see in that guy? He’s got to be twenty years older than you.”

“Twenty-five, to be precise. But he’s charming, cultured, and knows what he’s doing. Unlike some others.” She shot him a pointed look.

Elias chewed on, unfazed. “I couldn’t sleep with all that noise.”

“And? Get some headphones or turn up the music.” She shrugged, her long, honey-blonde hair gleaming in the morning light.

“Music? Isabelle, you were practically performing on the main stage! Your moans were like an opera finale.”

“That’s enough!” She playfully swatted him with her napkin. “Get yourself a girlfriend, and you’ll see it’s perfectly normal.”

“I have a girlfriend, thanks for asking. You know Clara. We… spend time together.”

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a cheeky grin. “Oh, really? Spend time? What do you do? Eat ice cream or go to the cinema? She seems like such a good little lamb.”

Elias fell silent, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“What’s that? Have you even… you know, touched her?” Isabelle leaned forward, her voice a seductive whisper. “Or did you, last night…?”

Elias’s face reddened further. Of course he had. Three times, to be exact. Isabelle was a force of nature—tall, elegant, with a figure that threw even the coolest London gentlemen off balance. Half the university would give anything for a moment with her.

“You did, didn’t you?” She laughed triumphantly as he remained silent. “Well, then we both had our fun. I’ve got to go!” With a graceful movement, she stood, grabbed her leather bag, and left the kitchen, her perfume leaving a faint vanilla note in the air.

A Glimpse into the Forbidden

Isabelle was 24, Elias two years younger. A year ago, he had moved into the spacious Belgravia flat, which belonged to Isabelle—or rather, to her wealthy parents, who covered part of the rent. Housing in London was a luxury, so Isabelle rented out rooms to other students. Elias, fresh from a small town in Yorkshire, was instantly captivated by her. But he quickly realized she played in a different league. Law studies, modeling gigs, a job at the trendy cocktail bar The Ivy—she was a woman who never stood still. Her 5’11” frame, flawless curves, and radiant smile made her an icon. Yet Elias had also discovered her friendly core: loyal, helpful, always there for others. Her only flaw, in his eyes, was her penchant for older men.

“Younger guys are like puppies,” she had once said, laughing. “Cute, but I don’t want to train anyone. If I’m investing my time, it better be worth it.”

Elias had settled into the role of the unassuming flatmate. His experience was limited to a teenage romance at 17 and a few fleeting party kisses. Clara, his girlfriend, was equally reserved. Their nights together were pleasant but not exhilarating. But today was a day off, and the flat was his alone.

As he walked down the hallway with its antique wooden floorboards, he noticed Isabelle’s door was slightly ajar. She usually locked it, as if guarding state secrets. Curiosity tugged at him. She had just left—the opportunity was perfect. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

He slowly pushed the door open. The room was a reflection of her personality: a sturdy oak desk, a cozy velvet armchair, floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with legal textbooks, and a massive bed with cream-colored sheets, pressed against the wall of his room. The air carried her perfume, mixed with a hint of musk. The bed was disheveled, the traces of last night’s passion unmistakable. Gray stains on the white sheets spoke of the ecstasy that had unfolded.

His gaze fell on the trash bin by the bed. Two condoms, in black packaging, lay carelessly on top. Julian had clearly been thorough. Then he spotted something on the armchair: a pair of nude pantyhose, casually tossed aside. Elias’s heart raced. He knew Isabelle rarely wore nylons, but the thought of her slipping those sheer fibers over her endlessly long legs made his breath catch.

He carefully picked up the pantyhose, holding them by the toes as if they were a precious artifact. They were featherlight, almost transparent. His fingers trembled as he noticed a small, perfectly round hole in the crotch—just large enough for… He swallowed hard. The realization that Isabelle and Julian had used this detail for their pleasure hit him like a jolt. The edges of the hole were stiff with dried traces of their passion, and there were more telltale marks on the thighs and ankles. Julian must be a man of impressive potency.