All Chapters of UNCENSORED: The Steamy Vignettes Return: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I shouldn’t be here. Not when my biggest crave is home alone.I told my best friend that I do not have a problem with him bringing the file with him to work tomorrow. But he insisted. “Marshal, I know how important this is to you and I would not want to be the reason your project is cancelled. My wife is at home, she knows where I kept it.” He had said calmly, but my cock twitched just at the mention of his wife's name. “You can always stop by my house on your way to the meeting and get the file.”He trusts me…but I do not trust myself. Not where this lady is.Every step I take deeper into the house feels like trespass, but the sight of her…barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a thin shirt that caged her boobs…burns away every ounce of restraint I thought I had.She looks up, startled, lips parting like she is about to tell me to come further. But the words never come. Instead, her breath hitches, and I know she feels it too…the pull between us, magnetic, dangerous.I close the distance.

It began the moment the sun rose on her eighteenth year.The girl’s breath faltered as if some unseen fire had been lit beneath her skin, spreading quick and merciless. By the time the household stirred, she was already trembling, her palms slick, her pupils blown wide. The scent came next…sharp, sweet, intoxicating…rolling off her like smoke from a blaze.Whispers rippled through the pack. Some turned away, muttering prayers. Others lingered, unable to stop themselves from inhaling that dangerous perfume. Every head lifted, every gaze followed her restless movements as she stumbled through the hall like a creature no longer tethered to her own will.Her heat had come.The elders acted swiftly. Rough but careful hands guided her down the corridor, ignoring the low sounds that slipped from her throat…half-whimper, half-plea. She clawed at doorframes, her body arching toward the air, chasing something unseen, something everyone knew too well. Her nails left trails in the wood, her voice

The suite was quiet, the low hum of the air conditioner the only sound left from a long day. The noise of the wedding…relatives laughing, cameras clicking, endless polite conversations…was behind us now. It was just us.My beautiful young wife sat on the edge of the bed, still in her white dress, fingers tracing the embroidery like it was something fragile. The gold ring on her finger glinted under the lamp, a promise so new it seemed almost too delicate to touch. She looked untouched by the world in that moment, young and careful, and it struck me…how rare that kind of quietness was.I closed the door gently and turned the lock, not to keep her in, but to keep the rest of the world out. She didn’t flinch; she just kept her gaze low, as though the room was too full of newness for her to look directly at me.“You tired?” My voice came out softer than I meant, a question more than anything.“A little,” she said. Her voice was as soft as her hands looked, like she wasn’t sure if she was

Mummy had stepped out. Only dad and I were alone at home…step daddy of course. I was sure he was in his room working as usual.The house was pin drop silent. I had no one to talk to. I'd already scrolled through the entire social media that day. No friends. Nobody. Nothing to do. I heaved a sigh. Then I turned off the television. The drama on the screen had become annoyingly boring.I threw the cushion to the side, picked up the book I had just finished reading and walked lazily to my room, eyes groggy. I opened the door and walked a few steps before I jumped on my bed. At least it was the only thing that seemed interesting at that moment. The weather suddenly felt too hot. I pulled my shirt off my head and unbuckled my bra. Next, I removed my shirt and even my panties. It was my room and I was allowed to do whatever I pleased. By the way, no one would walk in here without knocking. Step Daddy wouldn't. I laid under the duvet, bones aching for some good rest. I was sure I would g

He stood at the center, cloaked in black, eyes sharp enough to pin me in place. I told myself I had come here to learn spells, to finally touch the mysteries I’d only dreamed about. But when his gaze swept over me, slow and unblinking, I felt less like an apprentice… and more like prey that had walked willingly into a hunter’s den.“Do you still agree to the terms?” His voice was low, smooth, curling around me like smoke.My throat was dry, but I nodded. “Yes, Master.”The faintest smile touched his mouth…one that promised I had agreed to more than I understood.He moved closer, and the candles bent their flames toward him, as if the fire itself obeyed his presence. I’d expected books, a wand, perhaps a chalk-drawn circle. Instead, the table beside him held only a coil of silken cord, a strip of black cloth, and a single silver ring etched with runes.My pulse stumbled.“This is the first lesson,” he said, his hand brushing the cord with deliberate care. “Magic demands more than knowl