All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isla hadn’t planned to spend her summer at Chloe’s house.She was supposed to be with her aunt in Hiddenland, but plans fell through at the last second, and Chloe… always the spontaneous problem-solver… had insisted she stay with them. "It’ll be like a sleepover that never ends," she’d said, grinning, tossing Isla a house key like it was nothing.It felt strange, at first. The Hale residence was massive and too quiet. Polished floors, tall windows, a scent of expensive cologne always lingering faintly in the air like someone had just walked out of a room a second before she stepped in.Or was still watching.Isla had noticed it the first evening.Chloe had been in her room, blasting music while changing for dinner. Isla had wandered downstairs in a strappy sundress she hadn’t thought twice about wearing.It clung a little to her sides from the humidity and dipped slightly lower than she remembered. She’d just wanted to grab water from the kitchen.And that was when she saw him.Domini

The night pressed close around Maris Vale, thick with the scent of damp leaves and something sharper. Her boots sank into the soft forest floor, each step muffled yet unnervingly loud in her ears. She told herself the quickened thud of her pulse was just from the cold, just from the darkness… but a sliver of unease coiled low in her belly, refusing to loosen.Somewhere behind her, branches whispered.She didn’t turn.The forest was alive at night, she knew that. The sound could have been the wind, a stray animal, anything at all. And yet… her skin prickled, the fine hairs on her nape rising as if in recognition. She drew her coat tighter and kept walking, but the feeling stayed with her, growing heavier, as if unseen eyes tracked every move she made.If she’d looked back then, she might have seen the two shadows melting between the trees. She might have noticed how their movements were too deliberate, too silent, to belong to men… or to anything human at all.Her pace quickened. She t

The mirrored walls of the empty gym caught the late afternoon light, turning the air golden. Maris tugged at the hem of her body hug workout top… the one that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves in a way that felt tempting. She felt oddly self-conscious as she waited. She’d expected music and chatter, maybe a few other people around… but it was just her… and him.Jeff strolled in from the staff room, rolling his shoulders, a towel slung over one arm. His black T-shirt clung in places where the workout earlier had left its mark, and his easy smile made her heartbeat pick up in a way that had nothing to do with cardio.“Ready?” His voice was low, confident, as though he already knew the answer.She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I mean… yes. Ready.”He stepped closer, close enough that she caught the clean scent of soap and something warmer underneath. The air between them tightened…just for a second…before he reached past her, adjusting the settings on the treadmill.

We weren't supposed to be there, but we went anyway.The air in the forbidden room was heavy, thick with an almost tangible silence that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Dust floated lazily in the shaft of sunlight cutting through the tall, arched window, and in the center, framed by shadows that seemed to move on their own, stood the mirror.The one our father had warned us about a thousand times.“Why did dad ask us to stay away from this mirror?” Tasha whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. “What does it really do?” She stepped closer, tilting her head as if the mirror might answer her.I shrugged, trying to act casual even though my stomach had curled into tight knots. “Only one way to find out.”Her hand trembled as she reached out, brushing her fingers across the cold, blackened frame. The glass rippled under her touch, like water disturbed by a stone. My breath hitched.“This is insane,” I muttered, but even as I spoke, curiosity won over caution. Th

Tasha and I had barely slept that night. We spent hours rubbing genitals and shoving fingers deep inside our pussys, laying side by side on the bed.We continuously hit climax but it wasn't climax enough.Our pussys were fed up with thin fingers. They needed something bigger. Longer. And fatter.“Kyla, I badly need a cock. Really bad.” Tasha had cried to me after her third orgasm that night.And that was when I told her.“Remember the mirror monster from earlier?” I asked. “Yes, I do,” she answered in a whisper. “We would return to him tomorrow,”She flinched.“What?! What are you talking about, Kyla?”“You just need to trust me… as much as I trust my instincts,” I said,Uncertainty etched itself on her face but she didn't question me further, just nodded.The next day, we waited for Tasha's dad to leave with the guards.Now we were alone again. I wanted to look sexy. Sexy for the monster I didn't even know. I wore a see-through mini short that sat high above my knees. Really high