LOGINThis one's not for the faint-hearted. Close the door. Dim the lights. Make sure you're completely alone. Untamed Desires is a collection of short stories for the boldly curious—the ones who like their fiction the way they like their secrets: raw, forbidden, and absolutely nobody else's business. Each chapter peels back a different layer of desire, darker and more daring than the one before it. Family lines blurred. Boundaries tested. Rules broken without apology. If your imagination tends to wander into territory polite society pretends doesn't exist—welcome home. You were warned.
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So this is what it feels like? The sex my classmates won't stop talking about, I prop up my phone and spread my legs to do it better and a soft moan escapes from my lips. I have never done it before but I keep hearing my classmates say it feels good and it really does. My own soft sounds fills the bathroom and bounces off the white walls to me. It sounds wrongly right, my breath that keeps hitching and the strange slick sound that is coming from me putting my fingers down there. All my eighteen years, I have never felt it get so wet and it fascinates me. I rub my fingers in circles just like the woman in the video does. I am doing it just like the video my classmates sent to me, in the video a beautiful woman with big boobs just like mine is sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her legs open. She is completely naked and her eyes her closed, she is using one hand to squeeze her big right boob while the other hand is put down there in her private part. I copy everything she is doing, from the way she is sitting to the way she moved her fingers in circles. Following her exact action makes me understand exactly why my classmates talks about sex so much. The feeling between my legs are foreign and strange to me but I am already addicted and I want more of it. My body shakes with an intense feeling as I spread my lips apart, why does this feel so good? Encouraged and inspired by the woman in the video, I push three of my fingers inside the little hole down there and it hurts so bad that I scream and pull out my fingers. “Kaylee?!“ My Stepdaddy's worried voice gets to me as he pushes the bathroom door open and rushes in. My brain's reaction is to make me freeze as I sit there completely naked with my breasts heavy, my legs wide open and my fingers shiny and wet from touching down there. “What the fuck…” stepdaddy curses as he rushes out of the bathroom the same way he had rushed in, leaving me mortified. In shame, I put on a towel in hurry and run after him to apologize for hogging the bathroom. “Daddy! I'm sorry I took so long in the bathroom” I say and he stops to look at me, Stepdaddy's eyes sweeps over my body and he groans, “Jesus fucking Christ" he hiss and turns his back to me. “Are you okay?“ I ask in worry, clutching the short towel to my chest as I walk around him to look at his face, “daddy are you hurt?“ I ask softly and he sighs, “no Kaylee…just get dressed and pack up your bag, you are going to spend the summer at your mom's sister's house” he says, still turning his face away from me. I don't get why stepdaddy won't look at me, it makes me feel sad that he will rather talk to the wall than talk to me. “Nate, do you hate me for using the bathroom for too long?“ I ask with a pout and he looks me over once more. “You're too innocent for this world Kay” he shakes his head and walks away from me, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants. “Did he hit himself when he ran out?“ I muse to myself in worry before going into my room to put on some clothes for the trip to my aunt's. In the car, my brain won't stop bringing back bathroom moment, and I can't seem to make it stop. Everytime we hit a speed bump and I am jostled, I will remember touching myself down there and my cheeks will get hot with shame. The memory is always accompanied by that strangely good feeling returns between my legs. As we get pull to a stop in front of my aunt's home, I get down with my mom and wave at aunt Kathy who was already coming over to greet us with a tall man in a hoodie behind her. “Kaylee, be good, alright honey?“ Mom says to me as she hugs my body to her chest and nod instead of giving her a verbal response, I know I'll make a funny sound if I open my mouth. Ever since the day I got caught touching myself, I can't explain what is happening to my body, just the simple hug from my mom and my nipples being lightly pressed sends ripples of a strange feeling down my spine. Stepdaddy is in the car and he wouldn't look at me, oh God, he hates me now. I can't blame him, thinking about it makes me realize that what I was doing was wrong, I made him have a bump on his crotch. Taking a step back, my mom gets into the car and they zoom off, leaving me with Aunt Kathy and her son, Michael. Aunt Kathy takes my arm gently, “Come on in Kaylee, look at how big you have gotten” aunt Kathy says, fawning over me. “Michael isn't she adorable? I can't believe it's been ten years” my aunt gushes to her son about me, “yeah…she is” Michael says, his voice is low and deep as his eyes me and I blush deeply. I look at his face properly and realize how handsome he looks even with his hoodie on, he looks like the man in the video that was telling the big breasted woman what to do. The silly thought that flashes through my mind makes me get wet again and my body feels sensitive like when I was touching myself in the bathroom. As if he knew what I thought of, Michael tilts his head to the side and smirks at me like a wolf smiling at his prey. I hope he doesn't dislike me…ElenaThe rain was already pouring when I arrived at Professor Dante’s office the next evening. The hallway was dark and empty. Only a few lights remained on in the entire building. I knocked softly on his door, my heart beating fast.“Come in, Elena.”I stepped inside. The office was dimly lit by a desk lamp and the soft glow from his computer screen. Professor Dante sat behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. He looked even more commanding in the low light.“Close the door,” he said, his deep voice smooth. “And lock it. We don’t want any interruptions.”I locked the door with trembling fingers and sat down across from him. “I rewrote the essay like you asked, Professor. I tried to focus more on illusion versus reality.”“Good girl,” he murmured. Those two words sent warmth through my body. He took my new essay and started reading it line by line. “Let’s go through this together.”For the next twenty minutes we discussed every paragraph. His voice was deep and pati
Elena I stood outside Professor Dante’s office door, clutching my essay with sweaty hands. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. I had never gotten a low grade before, especially not in Literature. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly.“Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Professor Dante sat behind his large wooden desk, looking as intense as always. He was thirty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark eyes that always seemed to see everything. His white dress shirt stretched nicely across his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to show strong forearms.“Miss Elena,” he said, his deep voice smooth and commanding. “You’re here about your essay, I assume. Sit down.”I sat in the chair across from him, my legs feeling weak. “Yes, Professor. I got a C-minus. I don’t understand why. I worked really hard on it.”He leaned back in his chair and picked up my paper, flipping through the pages. “You did work hard. That’s clear. Bu
LIORAThe next morning Camara insisted on escorting Cassian to the airport. She thought he was flying out right after the big game weekend. I went along with them to say goodbye. My heart was beating fast the whole drive. Cassian kept catching my eye in the mirror and giving me small smiles.At the airport Camara hugged him tight. "Safe flight, big brother. Text me when you land."I hugged him too, trying to act normal. "Bye, Cassian. It was fun having you here," I said.As soon as Camara and I drove away, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him. "Hotel room booked. Come to me, baby. I need more time with you." He sent the address right after.I smiled and quickly thought of an excuse. "Camara, I just remembered I promised to help my classmate with notes for a big project. She is waiting at the coffee shop near campus. Can you drop me there?"Camara shrugged. "Sure, no problem. Have fun with your project."She dropped me off, and I waited until her car disappeared. Then I took a quick
LIORAThat night, I l got back to the apartment laye. Camara had fallen asleep early in her room down the hall. Her door was closed and the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. My body still remembered every second from the library earlier. I felt sore in the best way but I wanted Cassian again so badly. The tension between us had only grown stronger.We sat on the couch in the living room pretending to watch something on TV with the volume low. Cassian kept glancing at me. His hand rested on my thigh under the blanket." Are you thinking about earlier too?" he whispered." Yes," I whispered back. " I can't stop. The way you fucked me on that table... I keep feeling it."He smiled and leaned closer. " Good. Because I want you again right now Liora. But we have to be really quiet. Camara is right there."I nodded and bit my lip. My pussy was already getting wet just from his words. We turned off the TV and moved closer together on the couch. He kissed me softly at
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