All Chapters of Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Erotics): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The music from the reception was still pounding through the floor when I slipped away from the party. My head swam from all the champagne🍾 that warm, dangerous buzz that makes bad ideas felt now inevitable. I was supposed to be the perfect maid of honor, but after too many toasts I needed air. The bridal suite was just down the hall, quiet and dim except for just a single lamp. I told myself I was only checking on Sophie’s dress for tomorrow,I mean that was the plan right. The room smelled like roses and perfume. The saint hit me immediately I stepped in. I kicked off my heels, dropped onto the edge of the big king bed, and caught my reflection in the mirror, paused for a sec then moved on. My cousin’s wedding had been beautiful. She looked radiant. Me? I looked needy. Six months without decent sex will do that. My hand slid under the short hem of my bridesmaid dress before I could talk myself out of it. Just a quick touch over my panties. Then I grabbed a mini vodka from

I didn’t pull my hands away. Instead, I let my palms glide slower, deeper and firmer, pressing into the thick muscle of his shoulders with deliberate, sensual strokes. My thumbs traced the line of his trapezius, then dipped lower along his spine, feeling every ridge and knot melt under my touch. The heat between my legs was unbearable now, my pussy was soaked, the slickness making my panties cling uncomfortably to my swollen lips. His cock was fully hard in the sweatpants and I could see them so very visibly now. The thick outline pressed obscenely against the soft fabric, the head clearly defined, a small wet spot already forming where he was leaking. I couldn’t stop staring. Every time my hands moved, his hips shifted slightly, like he was fighting the urge to grind up into nothing. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed the side of his neck. “You’re so tense,” I whispered, my voice coming out huskier than I intended. “Let me take care of it.” I say as I grind my palm e

(Emma's POV) I pulled into the driveway a little after eleven, the Uber dropping me off early because the training session had wrapped up sooner than expected. I was exhausted but excited, I couldn’t wait to surprise Ethan. Four days away felt like forever, especially so soon after the wedding. I grabbed my small suitcase and let myself in quietly, hoping to catch him off guard. The house was dim, only the living room lamp on. I smiled to myself as I kicked off my heels by the door. “Ethan? Baby, I caught an earlier flight! Surprise!” No answer. I left my suitcase at the bottom of the stairs and headed up, my socked feet silent on the carpet. Maybe he was already in bed. The thought made me warm inside. I could crawl in next to him, wrap myself around his body, and finally feel his arms around me again. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. Soft sounds were coming from inside,, I heard breathing and movement, the faint creak of the mattress. My hand pushed the door open. A