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…Maya POVI had started leaving things in her room. A thick black marker that used to live in the kitchen drawer. A small clear glass bottle from her own desk, the kind that once held perfume oil. It was empty now, smooth and tapered.A soft scarf that had been buried in the back of her closet. A handful of wooden clothes pegs taken from the laundry basket.I put them where she would see them if she looked hard enough, then waited.The afternoon was quiet. Mom was in the next room, the door half-open, sorting through a box of old photos on the floor.I could hear the soft slide of paper and the occasional quiet comment she made to herself.Lena was on her bed with a book she wasn’t really reading. She looked up when I walked in and shut the door. Her eyes went straight to the way I locked it with a soft click and then to the scarf already in my hand.“Maya.”“Lie back.”She didn’t move at first. I crossed the room, took the book from her fingers, and set it aside. When she still hesit
LENAIt was another day, I told myself I wouldn’t do it again. That the marks on my thighs and the lingering ache between my legs were enough of a warning. That I could just stay in my room, lock the door, and pretend none of it had happened.When Maya’s calm voice came from the hallway, I ignored it the first time.“Lena.”I stayed on my bed, headphones in, pretending I couldn’t hear.She called again, closer.“Lena. Come here.”I got up, crossed the room, and locked the door. Parents were both home, Dad in the living room, Mom somewhere downstairs. I could hear the low murmur of the television.I sat back on the bed and waited.The doorknob turned. Once. Twice. Then her voice, right against the wood.“Open it.”I didn’t.Something hard hit the door. Then the lock gave with a sharp crack. Maya shoved the door open and stepped inside.I scrambled back. “Get out. I said no. I’m not doing this anymore.”She didn’t answer. She just walked toward me.I tried to push past her into the hall
Lena’s POVThe bathroom was already full of steam when Maya pulled me in by the wrist and locked the door behind us.She didn’t say anything at first. She just turned the shower on full, hot enough that the glass started fogging in seconds, then stripped without looking away from me. Tank top over her head. Shorts shoved down. Bare. Already flushed. She stepped under the spray and held out her hand.I took it.The water hit my shoulders and ran down my chest in thick streams. Maya pulled me in until our bodies were flush, wet skin sliding against wet skin. Her mouth found mine immediately—deep, open, hungry. Tongues sliding. Teeth catching. She kissed me like she had been thinking about it all day and finally had me where she wanted.One of her hands slid down my stomach, between my legs, and cupped my cunt. Two fingers pressed against my clit, rubbing slow circles while the water poured over us. I moaned into her mouth.“Fuck—”She kept rubbing. Kept kissing. The steam made everythin
LENAThe next dinner was normal. That was the worst part.Dad was talking about some work stuff. Mom was asking about the weekend plans.The table was set the way it always was; plates, glasses, the long white tablecloth that hung almost to our knees. Maya sat directly across from me. She hadn’t looked at me once since we sat down.I kept my eyes on my plate. My body still ached from earlier. My clit felt swollen and sore every time I shifted, and goodness the marks on my shoulder and neck were hidden under a loose shirt, but I could feel them every time the fabric brushed my skin.I thought if I just stayed quiet and ate, I could get through it.Then Maya’s foot touched mine under the table. It was a light press at first. I froze almost immediately. Still she didn’t look up, just calmly cut a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth while her foot slid higher, pushing my knees apart under the tablecloth.I tried to close them but she pushed harder.Her hand left her lap.I felt the w
Elara’s thighs are already shaking when the second finger slides in beside the first,she’s wedged between two towering rows of law journals on the third-floor stacks of the university library the exact spot Victor specified back pressed to the cold metal shelving, short plaid skirt bunched around
The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the suburban neighborhood as Michael loaded the last of his boxes into the trunk of his beat-up sedan. College loomed just a few hours away, a new chapter that both excited and terrified him. But before he could drive off into that un
Michael's POVRosella's body has been on my mind since the day she stepped foot into our home.Everything about her is like a fucking magnet and I can't help but get attracted to her in every way.Empty bottles of lubes, packet of condoms and boxes of tissues are stacked up in my bedroom because of
I keep my eyes closed and let my cousin kiss me again. The sweet taste of my wet labia is just an aftertaste now, but the kiss makes me even wetter.Michael pulls away and unbuttons my pajama top, button by button, until my heavy breasts are fully exposed."It's even better naked... Cousin, I can't






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