All Chapters of Unholy Cravings and Desires: Short Erotica collections : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day I arrived at the house feeling a strange mix of nerves and anticipation.I had spent the whole night thinking about what I was doing. This was crossing every professional boundary. But the money was real, and the way Alex looked at me made me feel powerful in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.I chose a white button-up blouse that was slightly tighter than usual and a pencil skirt that hugged my hips. I left the top three buttons undone from the start. I told myself it was only to keep his attention on the lesson. Deep down, I knew that was only half the truth.Alex opened the door before I could knock. His eyes immediately dropped to my chest, lingering on the open buttons and the lace edge of my bra.“Damn, Miss Shine,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Are you trying to kill me today or what?”“Just try and focus on the lesson, Alex,” I replied, stepping inside. He smirked and followed me to the study room. We sat at the table like usual. I o

The moving day came faster than I expected.I arrived at the Thompson house with two suitcases and a duffel bag, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson greeted me at the door with warm smiles and helped carry my things upstairs to the guest room on the second floor — right down the hall from Alex’s bedroom.“Make yourself at home,” Mrs. Thompson said kindly. “We’re so grateful you agreed to this. Alex has shown real improvement since you started tutoring him.”I smiled politely, but my stomach twisted. If only they knew what kind of “improvement” their son was really making.Alex leaned against the doorway of his room, watching me with that stubborn, naughty smirk I was starting to know too well. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt and gray sweatpants again, the kind that made it impossible not to notice the outline of his body.“Welcome home, Miss Shine,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear. “I hope you sleep well… rig

The fifth day of living in the Thompson house felt like walking on a tightrope.Every afternoon, the lessons started the same way: Alex and I at the study table, books open, pretending we were only there for education. But the air between us was always thick with everything we weren’t saying. His parents were still away, and the house felt like our secret world.Today, Alex was more stubborn than usual.He sat across from me, legs spread, eyes locked on my chest instead of the open textbook. I had worn a white button-up blouse again, leaving four buttons undone as part of our unspoken deal. The lace of my bra was clearly visible, along with the soft swell of my breasts.“Alex,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Focus on the text. Summarize the main theme of Chapter Eight.”He leaned back in his chair, licking his lips slowly. “I’d rather summarize how good your tits look in that shirt today, Miss Shine. The way they press against the buttons… I keep wonder

Water streamed over the head, down the shaft, over my balls. She didn’t blink.A tiny, choked sound slipped out of her…half gasp, half needy whimper.Our eyes met through the fog.I smirked. “Like what you see, princess?”Her face flamed red. She slammed the door so hard the mirror rattled.I laughed low and dark, wrapped my fist around my now steel-hard cock and gave it two slow strokes just to take the edge off. Fuck. She’d stared. Long. Hungry. She hadn’t wanted to look away.I finished, and I dried off, pulled on gray sweatpants with nothing underneath. My dick was still swollen, tenting the front shamelessly, a dark wet spot already forming at the tip. Good. Let her see exactly what she did.By 10:30 she was back in the kitchen making a sandwich, acting like nothing happened. She wore oversized sleep shirt barely covering her ass. No bra. No shorts. Just bare legs and the faint outline of panties hugging her pussy.I leaned against

The rest of the afternoon passed in slow motion. I wandered around my apartment like I was in someone else’s body—picking up a glass of water, setting it down untouched; opening the closet, staring at clothes without really seeing them; sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, thumb scrolling through old messages from him. The ones where he said “I miss you” right after I’d found out about someone else. I deleted a few, then stopped. What was the point?By 6pm, I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I’d showered earlier, shaved everything smooth the way I used to when things felt new between us. My skin still smelled faintly of the vanilla body wash, warm and comforting. I tried on three dresses before settling on the simple black one—sleeveless, knee-length, with a low back that dipped just enough to feel daring without screaming for attention. I didn’t put on a bra or pants but just a dress and a pair of strappy heels I hadn’t worn in months.