All Chapters of Unholy Cravings and Desires: Short Erotica collections : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ Lissa ~I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers. My body was still buzzing from three days without sex. My nipples were already tight under my thin tank top. My pussy felt heavy and empty at the same time. I had high libido. Sex wasn’t just something I liked. It was something I needed. Deep, long, hard, messy sex that left me shaking and satisfied.That’s why I had always chosen my men carefully. I tested them first and made sure they could keep up, that they had the size, the stamina, the hunger to match mine.Then I met Mark.Sweet, funny, thoughtful Mark. The guy who remembered my coffee order, who sent me good-morning texts with silly memes, who looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. I fell hard and fast and so fast that I skipped the one thing I never skipped before.The sex test.Biggest mistake of my life.Now here I was, aching, frustrated, and stuck in a relati

~ Amira ~I’m Amira Jackson, and I’ve been fucking obsessed with my dad’s best friend since I was a teenager and now I’m twenty years old, and I can’t control it anymore.It’s been a week since my dad dropped me off at Mr. Jeffrey’s house, I’d had a blowout fight with his new wife, the one he brought home so he decided I needed space. He drove me straight to his best friend’s place to stay for a while.Little did he know, he’d just handed me the best gift of my life.Because Mr. Jeffrey is the man I’ve dreamed about for years. The one I’ve pictured bending me over his desk, fucking me mercilessly, pounding into me so hard and deep that I’m sobbing, begging for mercy and he doesn’t stop.“Amira, we’re leaving! See you next week,” Joyce and Ethan called out, lifting their bags over their shoulders.Mr. Jeffrey was divorced, so his sixteen-year-old twins always split their time between parents. This week it was their mom’s turn, which meant the big house wo

He stood up slowly, letting go of my wrist like it burned him. The warmth of his fingers lingered on my skin, but his face had gone hard again.“I can’t do this, Amira.” His voice was low, almost pained. “I can’t have anything to do with you like that, you’re my best friend’s daughter, Please go back to your room.”The words hit harder than I expected, like a door slamming in my face after I’d finally worked up the courage to knock.I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to change his mind but he just looked away, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides.Something hot and sharp twisted in my chest—anger, humiliation, rejection all at once.“Fine,” I snapped, voice cracking. “If that’s how you want it.”I turned and stormed out, slamming his bedroom door behind me hard enough to rattle the frame, I didn’t stop at the guest room, I grabbed my phone and a hoodie from the living room, shoved my feet into my sneakers, and yanked the front door open.

Clara’s POVI’ve always been the fat girl nobody wanted in college, every guy I crushed on didn’t even see me, they looked right past me to the skinny ones. So I gave up on guys, on love, all that shit, I just wanted to finish school and get a good job but even after I graduated at 23, nothing. I sent out applications, went to places in person, and they took one look at my body and said no. No interview, no chance. Just “we’ll call you” and they never did.“Clara! You still sleeping? Get your fat ass out here and say hi to your cousin Sandra, maybe she’ll finally help you lose some weight!” Mom yelled through my door.Perfect, just fucking perfect. Sandra, my model cousin with the perfect body and the nasty mouth. In front of family she acts all sweet, but alone with me? She’s a total bitch. She bullied me all through high school and college and every guy I liked, she’d find out and snatch him just to rub it in my face, I hated her guts…why the hell did Mom inv

~ Shine ~I’m Shine, a 25-year-old woman who hasn’t had a stable income for the past two years.And honestly… I needed money. Badly.My rent was due in two weeks. My car had just broken down. And the small part-time job at the café? It wasn’t even close to enough. I was barely surviving at this point.So when the agency called with a last-minute tutoring gig for an eighteen-year-old boy who needed help with literature and history, I jumped at it. Two hours a day, and I will be working five days a week, and damn, they pay well. It sounded perfect.I arrived at the house exactly on time.The place was massive—classic on the outside, but with a modern touch that screamed money. Clean lines, tall windows, and a quiet kind of luxury that made me suddenly aware of my simple outfit.I adjusted my bag slightly and knocked.The door opened almost immediately.A beautiful woman stood there, probably in her late thirties. She carried herself with quiet elega