Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]
Caution:
This book contains erotica, dark romance, taboo themes, BDSM, GAY, LESBIAN and all the wicked, beautiful things your imagination craves. Enter at your own risk — and pleasure.
Sex, Sin & Silk is a collection of steamy tales where passion knows no boundaries and desire walks the edge of sin.
Between the softness of silk and the sting of surrender, lovers find themselves tangled in secrets, temptation, and power.
Every story is a dance between control and chaos, lust and love — a reminder that sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn’t the sin itself…
it’s how good it feels.
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Chapter: sex with Professor James pt2I stopped hiding in the back row after that Friday. From the following Monday onward I claimed the front-center seat—right in his line of sight, legs crossed so the hem of my skirt rode high enough to show the barest hint of thigh when I shifted. I wore thinner blouses now, the kind where the lace of my bra showed through if the light hit just right, buttons left undone one extra so when I leaned forward to “take notes” he got an uninterrupted view down my top. Hard nipples pressing against fabric. No apologies.He noticed.I caught the first real falter during a lecture on Wuthering Heights. He was mid-sentence about Heathcliff’s obsessive hunger when his eyes flicked to me—lingered on the swell of my breasts for two full seconds longer than professional—then snapped back to the board like he’d been burned. His voice cracked. Just a tiny hitch. But I heard it. My pussy clenched so hard I had to press my thighs together under the desk.That night in my dorm I came three times with my
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Sex with Professor JamesEmily The lecture hall at Eldridge was half-dead that afternoon, same as always on Fridays. Victorian lit droned on like white noise, but I wasn’t hearing a word about Jane Eyre. My eyes were glued to Professor James.God, he looked good today.He stood at the front like he owned the whole damn building—tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms I’d been staring at for weeks. His dark hair was messy in that way that made me think he’d been tugging at it while grading papers late last night. Every time he gestured—sharp, confident movements while he talked about repressed desire in Brontë—I felt my clit throb like it had its own heartbeat.I was soaked already. Had been since the second he walked in.I shifted in my seat at the very back, thighs squeezing together under my tiny plaid skirt. The room was mostly empty—maybe eight people total, most of them zoned out or scrolling. Perfect. No one was paying attention to me. No one would notice.My notebook was
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Riding My Step DaddyThe rest of the morning is torture dressed up as normal life.Mom comes downstairs around ten, hair still damp from the shower, humming some old song while she makes smoothies. She kisses my cheek, kisses his cheek, asks if we want strawberries or mango. We both say strawberries like nothing is wrong. Like I didn’t just have his finger tracing my soaked pussy through my shorts twenty minutes earlier. Like he didn’t promise to eat me out on his bed tonight until I cry.I sit at the island in fresh leggings and a cropped tank—nothing scandalous, but the fabric is thin and the top rides up whenever I reach for anything. Every time I stretch, I feel his eyes. Heavy. Patient. Waiting.He’s in a plain black T-shirt now, sleeves rolled to show the corded muscle of his forearms. He’s chopping fruit with slow, deliberate strokes. The knife makes soft thuds against the board. Each one lands somewhere low in my belly.Mom chatters about her book club, about the neighbor’s new dog, about weekend
Last Updated: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Riding My Step DaddySunlight slices through the kitchen blinds in sharp gold bars. The coffee maker gurgles its last drops into the pot. The house smells like dark roast and toasted bread and the faint, lingering trace of last night’s humidity. I’m still sore in the best-worst way—muscles loose, skin too sensitive, a dull throb between my legs that hasn’t quite faded since I came apart under my own fingers while he watched.I didn’t sleep much after he left. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face—dark eyes locked on mine, jaw tight, hand pressed to his thigh like he was physically chaining himself in place. The memory alone was enough to make me slip my hand back between my thighs twice more before dawn. Each time I came quieter, biting my lip until it hurt, imagining it was his mouth instead of my own palm muffling the sound.Now it’s morning. Normal morning. Except nothing feels normal anymore.I’m at the counter in tiny sleep shorts and the same oversized T-shirt I wore last night—his shirt. I did
Last Updated: 2026-02-14
Chapter: Riding My Step_, DaddyChapter1 Three years since Mom died, and the house still carries her ghost in the quiet corners. The way the floorboards creak in the hallway at night, the faint lavender scent that clings to the linen closet, the kitchen drawer where her favorite spatula still sits untouched. Dad—stepdad, really—never moved any of it. He just kept going. Kept the mortgage paid, kept the grass cut, kept showing up for parent-teacher nights even after I graduated high school. He never tried to be more than what he was. Never asked me to call him anything special.Until the lines started blurring so slowly I almost didn’t notice.It began with glances that lasted a second too long. The way his eyes would catch on the bare skin of my thighs when I wore shorts around the house in summer. The mornings he’d come back from his run, tank soaked dark with sweat, and walk past my open bedroom door without hurrying. I’d pretend to be asleep, lashes lowered, heart hammering while I watched the flex of his back d
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Holy Gang BangThe sun had barely crested the horizon when I stirred from the pile of exhausted bodies on the chapel floor. My muscles ached from the night's exertions, but my cock stirred at the memory of those four sinful sisters writhing under me, their pussies and mouths claiming every inch of my flesh. Sister Maria's full tits pressed against my chest, her breath warm on my neck. Elena's lithe form curled against my side, one hand idly tracing my thigh. Theresa and Lucia lay tangled at my feet, their asses still marked with faint red handprints from my grips.No regrets clouded my mind—only a hunger for more. The convent's vows meant nothing now; we'd forged a new sacrament in sweat and seed. As the others began to wake, murmuring soft prayers twisted into pleas for pleasure, I sat up, my shaft already half-hard. 'Sisters,' I said, voice rough from hours of growling commands, 'our lessons continue. Rise and prepare the altar for deeper devotions.'They obeyed without question, their eyes gleami
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: Daddy Little Girl PT 4Laura: The house stayed quiet all day—too quiet, like it was holding its breath. We moved around each other carefully: coffee in the kitchen, sandwiches at the table, small touches that weren’t quite innocent. His hand on the small of my back when he passed behind me. My fingers brushing his wrist when I handed him a glass. Every graze left heat behind, a slow burn that never quite died down.By night the air had thickened. Summer heat lingered in the walls, sticky even after the sun dropped. Windows open, ceiling fan turning lazy circles overhead. Crickets screamed outside. A distant dog barked once, twice, then nothing.I showered first. Hot water pounding my shoulders until my skin turned pink. I didn’t bother with anything but the thin cotton sleep shirt—white, barely-there, no bra, no panties. Damp hair clinging to my neck. The fabric stuck slightly to still-wet skin when I walked downstairs.He was in the living room, sprawled on the couch in nothing but black boxer briefs. TV
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Daddy Little Girl Pt3Laura:Mom was gone before the sky even began to lighten. The phone’s ring sliced through the silence at 3:47 a.m.—sharp, ugly, impossible to ignore. I heard her voice, hushed and clipped, then the familiar sounds: suitcase zipper, soft-soled footsteps, the front door’s quiet click. She muttered something about Aunt Claire needing her upstate, said she’d call when she landed, and then the house swallowed her absence. The quiet that followed felt thicker, more loaded, like the walls themselves knew it was only the two of us now.I stayed in bed for hours, sheets twisted around my calves, replaying every second of last night in the kitchen until my skin felt feverish again. The dull, insistent throb between my legs hadn’t eased; it had only sunk deeper, patient and greedy.Seven o’clock brought pale gold light slipping past the curtains. Downstairs: coffee maker hissing, fridge door opening and closing with that familiar soft pop, the clink of a spoon against ceramic. Everyday sounds.
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Chapter: Daddy Little Girl pt2Laura:I pause at the top of the stairs, hand on the banister, heart hammering so loud I swear he can hear it from the kitchen. My thighs are still slick from upstairs, my shorts damp where they press against me. Every step down feels like crossing a line I can’t uncross.The house smells like vanilla and sugar—the ice cream he mentioned. And him. That warm, familiar scent that’s always made me feel safe. Now it makes me feel something else entirely.He’s at the counter when I step into the kitchen, back to me, scooping chocolate fudge swirl into two bowls. His shoulders are tense under the black T-shirt, like he’s holding himself together by sheer will. The overhead light catches the silver at his temples. I want to touch it. I want to touch everything.“Hey,” I say softly.He turns. His eyes find mine immediately, then drop—slowly—to my bare legs, the hem of my shorts, the way my tank top clings from the heat and everything else. He doesn’t smile. He just looks. Like he’s memorizing
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Daddy Little GirlLaura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.It started small. A glance that lingered too long when he came in from the garage, shirt clinging to his chest from sweat, the way his forearms flexed as he lifted a box. He’s not my real dad—he married Mom three years ago—but he’s been the only father figure I’ve known since I was fourteen. Tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair, that deep voice that makes everything sound like an order even when it’s just “pass the salt.” I used to think it was harmless admiration. Now I know it’s something else.Something that makes me ache between my legs when I’m alone.This afternoon, the house is empty except for the hum of the air conditioner.
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us
“I’m going to have to eat your pussy since you won’t stop trembling like that, little mate.”
The words rumble from Vincenzo’s throat as he pins me to the bed, his fangs grazing my inner thigh while Lorenzo and Valentino watch with glowing eyes, cocks already hard and leaking for me.
I ran from my ex after catching him buried in another man, whining about an “open marriage” like I was disposable. Betrayed. Shattered. Done.
Then the Drakvolk brothers found me—three godlike Lycan Alphas, rulers of the most ruthless pack alive. Brothers in blood, bonded in power, and destined to share one woman.
Me.
They’ve shared kills, territory, and secrets since they were pups… and now they share my body.
Vincenzo’s tongue dives in first, slow and punishing, making me arch and gasp.
Lorenzo’s rough hands spread me wider, fingers teasing my clit while he growls, “Scream for us, omega.”
Valentino claims my mouth, swallowing every moan as their knots swell, promising to fill me completely—stretching, marking, breeding.
No more lies.
No more holding back.
Just three primal gods taking turns, then taking me all at once, until I’m dripping, knotted, and begging: Moan for us… forever.
The Alphas’ Dirty Desires
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Chapter: Chapter 40: I did that?Serah:I squeezed my eyes shut, as if darkness could erase what I’d just done.Who the hell sleeps with their therapist?“You can open your eyes now, Miss Serah.”His voice—deep, infuriatingly calm—snapped me upright on the bed.“I—I… I’m sorry, but did we…?”“What do you think a naked man and a naked woman do in a bed?” he asked flatly.I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth.Nothing. My mind was a blank wall. All I remembered was dialing a number… and then—Moon Goddess, strike me dead.“Oh…” My gaze darted around. No clothes. Just scraps—torn shreds—of what used to be my outfit scattered across the floor like evidence.Torn.The room looked like a storm had passed through it: sheets twisted, pillows flung, lamp tipped over.“I don’t understand… Dr. Dante, where are my clothes? What happened here?”He said nothing. Just exhaled heavily, yanked the bedsheet off the mattress, and wrapped it around himself, leaving me completely exposed.“Miss Serah,” he said quietly, “find something
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: Chapter 39: Oh No!Sarah:I groaned softly, rubbing my temples as the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry wasps. Another late night in this soul-sucking office, my laptop screen glaring back at me with a dozen open tabs of unfinished projects. Budget reviews, compliance audits, inventory reports—they all blurred together into one endless nightmare. The stack of physical files on my desk teetered precariously, threatening to avalanche at any moment. I sighed, leaning back in my creaky chair, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle deeper into my bones.Three colleagues had quit in the last month alone. Good for them, I thought bitterly. But their workloads hadn't disappeared; they'd just been redistributed like unwanted pups in a litter. Now, everything landed on the rest of us, stretching our already thin resources to the breaking point. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, a faint growl echoing in my mind. She hated this confinement as much as I did—trapped in a human world of deadlines and
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: Chapter 38: Father has a cultVincenzoThe villa balcony overlooked the turquoise stretch of ocean that never seemed to end. Waves crashed soft and rhythmic below the cliffs, carrying salt and jasmine on the breeze. The infinity pool shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting the last purple streaks of sunset. Somewhere inside, Valeria was probably still napping—curled in the massive white bed, skin golden from the sun, fresh bite marks blooming on her throat and thighs like dark flowers. Ours. Safe. Untouched by the rot we’d left behind.This was supposed to be the break. No council meetings. No bloodied chambers. No elders begging. Just her laughter, her moans, her body between us under open skies.Valentino stepped out onto the terrace barefoot, shirt unbuttoned to the waist, white hair tousled by the wind. He struck a match against the stone railing—sharp crack, flare—and lit the cigarette between his lips. Took a drag. Then pulled it free and held it out to me.Our fingers brushed as I took it. That small spark
Last Updated: 2026-02-17
Chapter: Chapter 37: Y'all are terribleVelaria Mary StormMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure they could hear it.Pinch me. Please, someone *pinch me*.Because if this isn’t a fever dream, then I—Velaria Storm—am currently standing in a sprawling marble villa that looks like it was carved out of starlight, surrounded by three immortal Dragon Blood Kings who are looking at me like I’m the rarest treasure they’ve ever unearthed in their endless lives.And the jewelry… God, the *jewelry*.Endless velvet trays glint under soft golden chandeliers—rubies like frozen heartbeats, sapphires deep enough to drown in, diamonds that fracture light into rainbows across my trembling fingers. I reach out almost afraid to touch one.“Is this… a joke?” My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. I lift a heavy ruby heirloom necklace; it feels warm, alive, pulsing faintly against my palm like it recognizes me.Lorenzo’s low chuckle rolls over my skin before his arm does. Strong fingers settle possessively at my hip, tugging me g
Last Updated: 2026-02-16
Chapter: Chapter 36: Like what you see?Valeria Mary Storm The jet dipped lower, engines softening to a velvet purr, and my stomach did that delicious flip—not just from the descent, but from the way Vincenzo’s palm stayed pressed between my thighs like it belonged there. Warm. Unyielding. His thumb had been drawing those slow, torturous circles over the cashmere for hours, never enough pressure to let me tip over the edge, just enough to keep me soaked, swollen, and quietly frantic.“Almost there, princess,” he whispered into my hair, voice so low it vibrated against my scalp. The satisfaction in it made my inner walls flutter uselessly around nothing.I lifted my head from his chest, peering through the oval window. Endless turquoise stretched below, broken by a perfect crescent of white sand and swaying palms. Then the villa came into view—sleek glass walls that caught the sun like mirrors, an infinity pool that looked like it poured straight into the ocean, no other signs of life anywhere. Just us. Private. Secluded. O
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Chapter: Chapter 34: Good Girl RewardValeria Mary Storm:Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains like liquid gold, warm across my closed eyelids. I didn’t want to open them yet. My body felt… heavy. Deliciously wrecked. Every muscle ached in a way that made me want to stretch and purr at the same time.The ritual collar lay cool and solid against my throat, the dragon scale warm from skin contact, the wolf fang almost thrumming like a second heartbeat. It wasn’t just jewelry anymore. It pulsed faintly with something alive—three threads of heat weaving into my own pulse. Lorenzo’s wild hunger. Vincenzo’s smoldering claim. Valentino’s quiet, unbreakable possession.I shifted, and a low hiss escaped me. Gods, I was sore. My thighs sticky, inner muscles tender from knots and relentless stretching, breasts tender from claws and mouths. Cum still leaked slowly from between my legs—thick, warm reminders of how thoroughly they’d filled me. Marked me inside and out.A rough hand slid over my hip, possessive even in sleep. Lor
Last Updated: 2026-02-14
Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice.
Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed.
But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze.
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I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection.
I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.
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Chapter: 021Neaveh Brown:I couldn’t sleep.The wind was rattling the windows, trying to claw its way inside, but the cold wasn’t what kept me awake. It was him. Kane. Always Kane.He’d left before the sun even thought about rising—slipped out of bed with that quiet, predatory grace of his, pressed one slow, burning kiss to my temple, and murmured against my skin, “Be good for Daddy while I’m gone, little one.” Then he was gone. Just… gone. And the absence of him left this hollow, throbbing ache between my legs that no amount of blankets or deep breaths could touch.I rolled onto my back, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. I could still feel the ghost of his hands—big, rough, possessive—gripping my hips. I could still hear that low, gravelly voice when he’d growl, “Look at me while I fuck you, baby. Let Daddy see those pretty eyes roll back.”My breath hitched.Before I could talk myself out of it,
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: 020SerahThe silence in the conference room stretched so thin it felt like it might snap.Pancake Guy—whose actual name I still didn’t know because we’d never made it past growled pet names and post-orgasm pancakes at 3 a.m.—locked eyes with me. For one glorious, mortifying second, recognition flashed across his face like a struck match. His mouth twitched, not quite a smirk, more like he was fighting the urge to laugh or curse or both. Then the professional mask slammed down so fast I almost believed I’d imagined it.He stepped fully into the room, door easing shut behind him with a soft click that might as well have been a gavel.“Apologies for the interruption,” he said, voice low and smooth, the same timbre that had rasped filthy promises against my throat last Thursday. “Traffic was hell.”Ms. Volkov’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again like a malfunctioning goldfish. Ms. Hargrove looked between him and me like she was trying to solve a particularly nasty equation. The other ca
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: 019IsabellaThe buzz of my phone at 5:03 a.m. felt like a slap in the face. I groaned, rolling over in my tangled sheets, squinting at the screen through the haze of last night’s wine hangover. Dad’s name glowed like a bad omen.“If you want money from me or your mother, return to the company. No more excuses. No more disappearing acts. Clock starts today.”I read it again, hoping I’d misread. Nope. Straight-up ultimatum. My heart sank, a familiar mix of anger and defeat bubbling up. Why couldn’t he just be like those other rich dads I saw on social media? The ones who spoiled their daughters with black cards and zero strings, letting them jet off to Milan for a weekend shopping spree or fund some vanity startup that never turned a profit? Mine? He wanted “structure.” He wanted me to “earn” the family fortune like he had, clawing his way up from nothing in the cutthroat world of werewolf-backed corporations. As if I hadn’t heard that story a million times at awkward family dinners.I tos
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Chapter: 018Alpha Kane LaskovicThe door clicked shut behind me with a finality that sent a rush through my veins.I’d been hard all day—meetings dragging on, border reports blurring into noise, every thought circling back to her. Eve. My Eve. The way she’d trembled last night when I knotted her deep, her tears soaking my chest as she confessed her fears. I’d held her until dawn, whispering promises into her hair, my knot still locked inside her like a vow I couldn’t break. No more running. No more cold beds. She was mine—body, heart, every fragile doubt—and I’d spend the rest of my life proving it.But now?Now she stood in the middle of our bedroom, dressed like every filthy fantasy I’d ever buried.The sexy nurse outfit was absurd. Perfectly absurd. White vinyl clinging to her curves like wet paint, the mini-dress so short it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, red crosses strategically placed over her nipples but doing nothing to hide how hard they were already. Thigh-high white stockings
Last Updated: 2026-01-20
Chapter: 017Nevaeh Brown“And that, that’s how you get a man…” Isabella muttered, voice dripping with smug satisfaction as she reclined on the heated marble slab, cucumber slices over her eyes like she was the queen of some ancient ritual.Lilith—sprawled on the slab next to her like she owned the entire spa—actually laughed. Low, throaty, the kind of sound that made the poor attendant scrubbing my back flinch. “Darling, that’s how you get a man for one night. To keep him forever?” She paused for dramatic effect, letting the esthetician slather more warm oil across her collarbones. “You make him believe he’s the only one who can ruin you properly.”They both burst into delighted cackles.I stared at the ceiling, steam curling around my face, trying very hard not to grind my teeth into dust.This was supposed to be a “girls’ day.” That’s what Isabella had texted me at 9:03 a.m., right after Kane finally left for the border briefing (he kissed me goodbye properly this time—slow, deep, whispered “I’
Last Updated: 2026-01-20
Chapter: 016Alpha Kane LaskovicThe phone went dark in my hand.I didn’t move for three full seconds—just sat there behind the desk, elbows braced, staring at the blank screen like it could still show me her face.Her voice had been soft at the end. Breathless. A little shaky.Exactly how I wanted her.My cock throbbed against the zipper of my slacks—painful, insistent, had been half-hard since the moment I told her to open the box. I shifted in the chair and it only made it worse. Fuck.I dragged a hand down my face, claws scraping my jaw. The wolf was loud today—pacing, snarling, demanding I leave the stack of border reports and the Council threats and go home right fucking now. Claim. Knot. Breed. Remind her she’s mine until she can’t remember anyone else’s name, let alone some bored succubus lounging in the east wing.I exhaled hard through my nose.One more thing.I pulled up the security feed on my laptop—live view of the pack house. Switched to the hallway camera outside our bedroom door.
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