All Chapters of Unholy Desires (EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Millie pushed through the sticky door of the adult shop, the air hitting her like a warm, oily slap. It smelled of cheap latex,and the metallic tang of coin-operated machines. Her pussy clenched the second the red lights flickered over the racks of dildos and hanging negligees. She told herself she only came for lotion. The bottle of warming gel sat heavy in her palm as she drifted past the glass cases, her fingers trailing over the plastic packaging of vibrating eggs and thick silicone cocks. Her nipples hardened under the thin cotton of her tank top. She shouldn’t be here again. Not after last weekend. But her thighs rubbed together with every step and the wetness was already soaking the crotch of her panties.The arcade section hummed with the low drone of porn videos. Screens glowed blue-white, showing close-ups of stretched holes and spurting dicks. Men hovered in the shadows, hands in pockets, eyes sliding over her body. Millie ignored them. She walked deeper, past the live-show

Next morning Millie sat at the table in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, she was bare underneath. The scent of coffee and scrambled eggs filled the air, but all she could smell was the lingering musky scent of Dante’s cum still sticky between her legs. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she felt the thick stretch of him in her ass, the way he had flooded her throat, the quiet command in his voice when he told her to wait on her hands and knees.Her mother moved around the stove in a robe, humming. “You look tired, honey. Late night?”Millie kept her eyes on her plate. “Didn’t sleep well.”Dante sat next to her in a black T-shirt and jeans, a coffee mug in one hand. Under the table his hand slid up the inside of her calf, higher, until his fingers pressed against the bare lips of her cunt. She jolted. Her mother turned with a plate of toast and didn’t notice. Dante’s expression never changed. He simply rubbed slow circles against her

I couldn’t sleep.The sheets felt too cool against my overheated skin. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Hayden’s fingers again…thick, deliberate, curling inside me while he pinned me to the wall. The memory left me restless and aching. At half past midnight I gave up, pulled on the thin pink bikini I’d packed on a whim, and slipped out of my villa.The infinity pool glowed soft sea blue. Steam rose from the surface into the warm night air. No one else was around. Just the low sounds of the distant crash of waves.I stepped into the water.It was perfect…hot enough to loosen every tight muscle, deep enough that it came up to my chest when I stood in the shallow end. I swam a slow lap, then another, trying to quiet the restless heat still coiled between my legs. My nipples tightened against the thin triangles of the bikini top. The bottoms clung to me, already damp in a way that had nothing to do with the water.I was floating on my back, staring up at a sky full of stars, when I hea

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who cheats.Then again, I never thought I’d be the kind of woman whose boyfriend fucked someone else either.His name was Brandon . We’d been together three years. Lived together for the last two. Shared a bed, a lease, a future that looked solid enough on paper. I cooked for him. I listened when he complained about work. I let him bend me over the kitchen counter on Saturday mornings and fuck me until my legs shook. I thought we were good.I found out on a Tuesday.His phone lit up on the nightstand while he was in the shower. A name I didn’t recognize. A string of messages that made my stomach drop. Photos. Explicit ones. Her spread out on a hotel bed, his hand in the frame, the same watch he wore every day. Timestamps from the previous weekend…when he’d told me he was working late on a project.I sat there naked under the sheet, scrolling, feeling something cold and sharp settle in my chest. When he came out of the bathroom with a towel arou

We left the door unlocked this time.Not wide open…just the latch free… Hazel was already on her knees on the bed when I heard the soft creak of the hallway floorboards. I had her facing the wall, her ass up, my hand between her legs fingering her soaked pussy while the other fisted in her hair. The door didn’t fully open. Just enough for a strip of the light in the hallway to cut across the floor. Enough for me to catch the edge of an oversized T-shirt, the way Ellie stood frozen in the doorway like her body had moved before her mind caught up.I didn’t stop fingering Hazel.I looked straight at Ellie over my girlfriend’s back and kept the slow, filthy rhythm going. Hazel’s moan spilled out loud when I curled my fingers just right.“Come in or leave,” I said, my voice steady. “But if you leave, close the door behind you. I’m not putting on a free show for the hallway.” Ellie didn’t move for three good seconds.Then she stepped inside and shut the door.She stayed near the wall, h