《Unholy Cravings and Desires: Short Erotica collections 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

The next morning, the guilt hit me hard.I woke up in my own bed, thighs still sticky from Mark’s cum, my pussy sore and swollen. Every time I moved, I felt the reminder of what we had done — my stepdad bending me over the couch and fucking me raw while my mum and her friends laughed downstairs.“I feel like I betrayed my mom, but God, that dick was heaven. I still regret it though… Maybe because he’s my stepdad.The pleasure was different, but the guilt is eating me alive now. Part of me wants to pretend it never happened, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I know it was wrong, yet my body remembers how good it felt.I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror.But when I went downstairs for breakfast, Mark was already there, making coffee like nothing had happened. Mum was humming in the kitchen, still in her robe, kissing his cheek before she left for her morning yoga class.“Morning, sweetheart,” Mum said, smiling at me. “You two enjoy the movie last night?”

~ Jason ~It was 1:17 a.m. and the house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.I couldn’t sleep again.I’d been lying in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, my cock hard and aching. The reason for my sleepless nights was downstairs — my stepmom, Laura.She had married my dad a year ago. She was 38, beautiful in that soft, natural way with long dark hair, warm brown eyes, full curves that her modest clothes couldn’t hide. She treated me like her own son not until recently.Lately, things have changed.The way she hugged me a little longer. The way her hand would linger on my chest when she laughed at my jokes. The way she sometimes wore thin tank tops and shorts around the house when Dad was away on business trips.Tonight Dad was gone again for some conference in another city. It was just me and Laura in the house.I went downstairs for water, wearing only gray sweatpants. The kitchen light was on and Laura was standing at the counter in

~ Mary ~The bus ride to the mountain resort took four hours, and every single minute felt like sweet torture.It was our department’s annual “team-building outing” a fancy way of saying the college wanted us to bond before final exams. Twenty-two students from the literature program, plus two professors and one teaching assistant. We were supposed to hike, do trust exercises, and “connect with nature.”I had signed up for one reason only: Professor Daniel Reyes.He sat three rows ahead of me on the bus, window seat, reading a worn copy of a magazine. Dark hair, sharp jawline, wire-rimmed glasses, and that calm, deep voice that made every lecture feel intimate. He was 34, recently divorced, and completely off-limits.I had been crushing on him for the entire semester.I wore a simple white sundress that day, it hugged my waist and flared at my hips. No bra underneath because the straps would show. The thin fabric brushed against my nipples every time the bus

~ Vale ~It was 11: 35 p.m. and the entire 28th floor was dark except for the light spilling from my corner office.I leaned back in my leather chair, rubbing my eyes. Another deal closed. Another mountain of paperwork that only one person could handle without making mistakes.My PA, Liam.He was still here, of course. He always was.I watched through the glass wall as Liam moved between the printer and his desk. He was 26, tall and lean with sharp cheekbones, messy dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it too many times, and those quiet, intelligent eyes that noticed everything.He had been my personal assistant for eight months. Efficient. Loyal. Never complained. Never crossed any lines.Until tonight.I pressed the intercom button.“Liam. Come in here.”A moment later he stepped into my office, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his collarbone

Two days later, I couldn’t stay away anymore.It was Friday night. I had tried to distract myself with gym, beers with friends, even a cold shower, but nothing worked. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Maya’s big, round ass in those tiny denim shorts. The way her tank top had clung to her full breasts. The way she had hugged me a little too long.At 9:30 p.m., I grabbed a bottle of red wine and went downstairs.I knocked on her door.She opened it wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Her nipples were faintly visible through the thin fabric. Her hair was messy, like she’d been relaxing.“Damien,” she said, surprised but smiling. “Hey.”“I brought wine,” I said, holding up the bottle. “Thought you might want company while you finish unpacking.”She bit her lip, eyes flicking over me. “Come in.”The apartment was mostly organized now. Soft music played from her phone. Only a few boxes remained in the corner.We sat on the couc