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Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) A STEP DAD AND HIS STEP DAUGHTER( THREESOME)
The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon in early summer, the kind of lazy heat that made the air feel thick and slow. Sarah’s mom had left for her weekend conference in Chicago, kissing both of them goodbye with the usual reminders about groceries and locking up. She’d been gone less than an hour when Sarah—eighteen, freshly graduated, long dark hair still damp from the pool—wandered into the living room in nothing but a tiny yellow bikini and an oversized hoodie that barely covered her ass.Her best friend, Lily, trailed behind her—same age, blonde waves, freckles across her nose and chest, wearing a black one-piece that hugged every curve like it was painted on. They’d spent the morning swimming, laughing, splashing each other until their skin pruned and their suits clung transparently in places.Mark—forty-two, Sarah’s stepdad since she was twelve—sat on the sectional with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling mindlessly. He’d watched them from the kitchen wi
Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) NURSING ZEAN
The apartment smelled faintly of motor oil and fresh coffee, the kind of lived-in scent that clung to Zean’s clothes after long days fixing units for people who couldn’t afford downtime in this heat. The wall AC was gutted—wires spilling like entrails, compressor panel open on the floor—and the room felt like the inside of an oven despite the two box fans wheezing in opposite corners.Lena stood just inside the doorway, one hand braced on the frame, the other cradling the back of her four-month-old daughter’s head through the soft carrier sling. The baby—tiny, milk-drunk, finally asleep after an hour of fretful rooting—was pressed warm against her chest. Lena’s nursing tank was pale gray, thin cotton darkened in two wide, irregular circles over her nipples. The fabric clung wetly, outlining the wide, dark areolas beneath and the stiff peaks that refused to soften.She was twenty-six, body still lush from pregnancy: fuller hips, softer belly, breasts swollen and heavy with milk that ha
Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) PUNISHMENT FOR MASTURBATION
The lecture hall had emptied by 3:15 p.m., leaving only the faint echo of footsteps in the corridor and the low hum of the overhead projector cooling down. Professor Adrian Voss remained at the front, pretending to organize his notes while the last stragglers filed out. He’d noticed her during the final twenty minutes of class—third row, left side, navy skirt hiked slightly higher than necessary, knees parted just enough under the flip-down desk.Her name was Elise Moreau. Twenty, sophomore literature major, chestnut hair usually pinned back but today loose and slightly mussed. She’d been one of his better students—sharp essays, quiet confidence in seminar—but today her focus had fractured. He’d caught the subtle rocking of her hips, the way her right hand had disappeared beneath the desk edge, the faint flush creeping up her neck when their eyes met for half a second during his discussion of Lolita’s unreliable narration.She hadn’t stopped.He’d let her finish—quietly, discreetly—wh
Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) POOL THREESOME
The late afternoon sun hung low over the private resort pool, casting a golden shimmer across the water like molten honey. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine, sunscreen, and blooming jasmine from the nearby hedges. It was midweek, and the place was deserted—most guests off on excursions or lounging in their suites. That suited Mia and Zoe just fine. They’d come here for a weekend getaway, a chance to escape the grind of city life and indulge in the kind of unhurried intimacy that their shared apartment rarely allowed.Mia was twenty-four, with sun-kissed olive skin, long raven hair tied into a messy bun, and a body honed from years of yoga—lean muscles, full breasts straining against her emerald-green bikini top, hips that swayed with effortless grace. She lounged on a padded chaise, one leg dangling off the side, toes skimming the cool tile. Zoe, twenty-three, sat beside her, closer than necessary. Fairer-skinned with freckles dusting her shoulders, short auburn curls frami
Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) LECTURE HALL SEX (LESBIAN P**N)
The lecture hall in Emerson Building was packed to capacity that Tuesday morning—120 seats, every one filled for Professor Lang’s 9 a.m. survey of 20th-century American lit. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. The ancient radiator clanked in the corner. Someone’s phone vibrated insistently two rows back until the owner silenced it. Pages rustled. Pens scratched. The low murmur of half-listening students filled the gaps between the professor’s voice.Row 7, seat 14: Mara Ellis.Twenty-one, junior English major, dark hair in a loose braid over one shoulder, oversized gray hoodie, black leggings, and battered Doc Martens. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankle, notebook open but mostly blank except for a few doodled vines curling around the margins. Her pulse had been racing since she walked in twenty minutes earlier.Directly beneath her desk, hidden by the solid wooden modesty panel and the angle of the tiered seating, was Sage Navarro.Same age, same major, same seminar section th
Tales of Iniquity ( A collection of short erotic stories) PROF. ELENA NAVARRO (LESBIAN P**N)
The office door clicked shut at 6:42 p.m. on a Thursday in early November. The rest of the humanities building had already gone quiet—most faculty long gone, grad students vanished into the library or bars. Only the emergency lights glowed in the hallway.Professor Elena Navarro turned the deadbolt.Twenty-nine, tenured-track, dark hair pulled into a severe low bun during office hours but now loosened so that thick waves framed her face. Black pencil skirt, cream silk blouse unbuttoned one button lower than regulation, red lipstick still perfect. She looked exactly like the woman who had spent the last semester dismantling bad arguments in seminar with surgical calm.Across the room, sitting on the edge of the visitor chair with knees pressed together, was Riley Kane.Twenty-one. Senior English major. Curly auburn hair spilling over one shoulder, freckles across the bridge of her nose that disappeared under the collar of her oversized university hoodie. Jeans, scuffed white Converse,
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