Crinkle Stories

The autumn rain was hammering down on the darkened skylights above as he wandered down the hallway. It was a mundane evening routine, checking that all the lights were off, but there was an electric tingle in the air and on the tip of his tongue. Maybe it was from the storm, and maybe it wasn't. In the gathering darkness, he locked each door as he went along, listening to the wind and rain and feeling his cock stiffen. Th...