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Untamed Desires - A Collection of Sinful Whispers and Temptations Novel Cover

Untamed Desires - A Collection of Sinful Whispers and Temptations

Strictly 18+ and strictly for the dirty minded. Lock the door behind you before you dive in. Untamed Desires Is a collection of sinful eroticas that will have you panting and dripping wet within seconds. Dive in to enjoy various scenarios, each chapter dirtier than the last, from cousins with a corruption kink to stepdaughters taking their stepfathers cock. Chapter upon chapter of panties soaking, nipple hardening and breathtaking forbidden smuts.
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Chapter 1

Kaylee's POV

"Ah..."

So this is what it feels like?

The sex my classmates won't stop talking about, I prop up my phone and spread my legs to do it better and a soft moan escapes from my lips.

I have never done it before but I keep hearing my classmates say it feels good and it really does. My own soft sounds fills the bathroom and bounces off the white walls to me.

It sounds wrongly right, my breath that keeps hitching and the strange slick sound that is coming from me putting my fingers down there. All my eighteen years, I have never felt it get so wet and it fascinates me.

I rub my fingers in circles just like the woman in the video does. I am doing it just like the video my classmates sent to me, in the video a beautiful woman with big boobs just like mine is sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her legs open.

She is completely naked and her eyes her closed, she is using one hand to squeeze her big right boob while the other hand is put down there in her private part.

I copy everything she is doing, from the way she is sitting to the way she moved her fingers in circles. Following her exact action makes me understand exactly why my classmates talks about sex so much.

The feeling between my legs are foreign and strange to me but I am already addicted and I want more of it. My body shakes with an intense feeling as I spread my lips apart, why does this feel so good?

Encouraged and inspired by the woman in the video, I push three of my fingers inside the little hole down there and it hurts so bad that I scream and pull out my fingers.

"Kaylee?!" My Stepdaddy's worried voice gets to me as he pushes the bathroom door open and rushes in. My brain's reaction is to make me freeze as I sit there completely naked with my breasts heavy, my legs wide open and my fingers shiny and wet from touching down there.

"What the fuck..." stepdaddy curses as he rushes out of the bathroom the same way he had rushed in, leaving me mortified. In shame, I put on a towel in hurry and run after him to apologize for hogging the bathroom.

"Daddy! I'm sorry I took so long in the bathroom" I say and he stops to look at me, Stepdaddy's eyes sweeps over my body and he groans, "Jesus fucking Christ" he hiss and turns his back to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask in worry, clutching the short towel to my chest as I walk around him to look at his face, "daddy are you hurt?" I ask softly and he sighs, "no Kaylee...just get dressed and pack up your bag, you are going to spend the summer at your mom's sister's house" he says, still turning his face away from me.

I don't get why stepdaddy won't look at me, it makes me feel sad that he will rather talk to the wall than talk to me. "Nate, do you hate me for using the bathroom for too long?" I ask with a pout and he looks me over once more.

"You're too innocent for this world Kay" he shakes his head and walks away from me, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants.

"Did he hit himself when he ran out?" I muse to myself in worry before going into my room to put on some clothes for the trip to my aunt's.

In the car, my brain won't stop bringing back bathroom moment, and I can't seem to make it stop. Everytime we hit a speed bump and I am jostled, I will remember touching myself down there and my cheeks will get hot with shame.

The memory is always accompanied by that strangely good feeling returns between my legs.

As we get pull to a stop in front of my aunt's home, I get down with my mom and wave at aunt Kathy who was already coming over to greet us with a tall man in a hoodie behind her.

"Kaylee, be good, alright honey?" Mom says to me as she hugs my body to her chest and nod instead of giving her a verbal response, I know I'll make a funny sound if I open my mouth.

Ever since the day I got caught touching myself, I can't explain what is happening to my body, just the simple hug from my mom and my nipples being lightly pressed sends ripples of a strange feeling down my spine.

Stepdaddy is in the car and he wouldn't look at me, oh God, he hates me now. I can't blame him, thinking about it makes me realize that what I was doing was wrong, I made him have a bump on his crotch.

Taking a step back, my mom gets into the car and they zoom off, leaving me with Aunt Kathy and her son, Michael. Aunt Kathy takes my arm gently, "Come on in Kaylee, look at how big you have gotten" aunt Kathy says, fawning over me.

"Michael isn't she adorable? I can't believe it's been ten years" my aunt gushes to her son about me, "yeah...she is" Michael says, his voice is low and deep as his eyes me and I blush deeply.

I look at his face properly and realize how handsome he looks even with his hoodie on, he looks like the man in the video that was telling the big breasted woman what to do.

The silly thought that flashes through my mind makes me get wet again and my body feels sensitive like when I was touching myself in the bathroom.

As if he knew what I thought of, Michael tilts his head to the side and smirks at me like a wolf smiling at his prey.

I hope he doesn't dislike me...

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