Wild Desires {A collection of steamy stories}

I woke up with the sun shining through my little window, but my body felt like it was still caught in that dream. My skin was warm, my nipples tight against the soft t-shirt I’d slept in, and between my legs, everything felt sensitive and swollen, like one soft touch would set me off again. I lay there for a minute with my eyes closed, remembering every second of the dream, his mouth on me, his thick cock pushing inside, and the way I’d screamed his name.My hand slid down without me really deciding to move it. Just a light brush over my panties, and I shivered hard. I was still wet from last night, maybe even wetter now. I pressed a little harder, circling slowly, and a small whimper slipped out. God, it felt so good, but I knew that if I kept going, I’d never get out of bed.I forced myself to stop, threw the covers off, and jumped in the shower. The hot water ran over my breasts and down my belly, and I had to bite my lip to keep from touching myself again. Every drop of water fel

It was almost noon when I finally left my room, and I had barely slept.Every time I drifted off, I felt Damian’s tongue on me again, slow, hot licks that made my hips jerk even in my dreams. When I woke up for good, my panties were soaked, and my nipples ached like they’d been pinched all night. I couldn’t stop smiling.Today felt different, and I didn’t want to hide behind the maid uniform anymore. I wanted him to see all of me, the real me, the one who was burning up inside because of him.I dug through my small suitcase until I found the clothes I’d brought “just in case.” A pair of tiny denim shorts I’d bought on a dare back home but never worn outside my bedroom, and a thin white crop top that ended just under my breasts. I opted for no bra, and no panties either since I didn't need them.The shorts were so short that the bottom curve of my ass peeked out when I walked, and the frayed edges rubbed against my bare skin with every step. The crop top was loose but clingy, and the f

I woke up alone in Damian’s bed, sheets tangled around my legs, and my body aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sticky, my pussy tender from how hard he’d taken me last night, and every small shift reminded me of how he’d stretched me, filled me, and come hot across my skin. I reached down without thinking, fingers brushing swollen folds, and shivered. I was still wet and still wanting.But the bed beside me was cold. He was gone.I lay there a minute, listening to the quiet house. Part of me hoped he’d come back, push the door open, climb over me, and start all over again. My nipples tightened at the thought, but after a few minutes I gave up, pulled on my uniform, and slipped back to my own room to shower.The hot water felt good on sore muscles, but it didn’t wash away the need. I kept picturing him, cock sliding in deep, face tight with pleasure, and the way he’d growled when he came. My hand slid between my legs again, but I stopped. I wanted the real thing, not my

I woke up to sunlight creeping through the curtains, my body heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. Damian’s smell was still on my skin, in my hair, and very much between my legs. I could feel him there, sticky and warm, like he’d marked me deep inside. My pussy throbbed with every small shift of the sheets, my nipples were tender from his mouth, and as for my ass, it was still tingling from the spanks. I reached down without thinking, fingers sliding through the mess he’d left, and a soft moan slipped out. I was swollen, sensitive, and already wet again just remembering how rough he’d been.But then the memory of Elena’s face in the door crack hit me like cold water.She’d seen something, maybe not everything, but enough. The way she’d smiled, small, sharp, and knowing, made my stomach twist.I dragged myself out of bed, legs shaky, and went to the shower. The hot water stung the little marks on my neck and breasts, but it felt good too. I washed slowly, my hands li

I dropped to my knees on the soft rug in Damian's bedroom, the cool air making my naked skin tingle all over. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, so loud I was sure they could both hear it. Elena sat in that big leather armchair by the window, her legs crossed slow and easy, like she was watching a movie. Her eyes raked over me, up my bare legs, over my wet pussy, and up to my hard nipples that stuck out like they were begging. She smiled, small and mean, her hand resting on her thigh, her fingers tapping lightly.Damian stood there, his cock hard and thick and already pointing right at me. The head was shiny with pre-cum, the vein along the side pulsing. He looked at me with those dark eyes, full of hunger, but he didn't move.Elena's voice came out smooth. "Take him in your mouth, little maid. Show me how you make him lose it."I leaned forward, my knees digging into the rug. My hands were shaking, but I wrapped one around the base of his cock. It was hot, like fire under my