Unholy cravings and desires (erotica collections)

I’ve always been the good girl type, you know, the one who nails every test, follows all the rules, and keeps things neat and tidy. 

I was 18 that summer when everything changed. Just a normal hot day at home, my parents had gone to work, the house was d*mn quiet. 

I had just showered, still a bit wet, threw on an old tank top and panties, no bra, no shorts, it was too hot for that. 

I was lying on my bed scrolling my phone, legs kinda open because the fan wasn’t doing much.

Then I saw this short video of a girl touching herself, slow, eyes closed, breathing heavy. 

Nothing crazy, but the way she moved… d*mn. My stomach flipped, I felt this warm pulse between my legs. 

My p*ssy got wet, just like that, I stared at the screen for a minute, heart beating fast, then I put the phone down.

I slid my hand down my stomach and pressed my palm over my panties, I was already wet. 

I rubbed my p*ssy once, twice, it felt f*ck*ng good, I pushed my panties to the side, my fingers touched bare skin, it was so slick, so warm. 

I brushed my cl*t and my whole body jumped, It was swollen, sensitive as hell.

I started rubbing it in small circles, slow at first. 

My hips moved on their own, pushing up into my hand. 

With my other hand I pulled my tank top up, my boobs fell out, heavy, n*ppl*s already hard, I grabbed one, squeezed, then pinched the nipple. 

The sharp feeling shot straight down, I moaned loudly after all I was the only one at home.

I spread my legs wider and bent my knees, my two fingers slipped inside my p*ssy hole easy, I was soaked. 

I moved them in and out, slow then faster. 

Thumb still on my cl*t, rubbing hard, my *ss lifted off the bed, I could hear the wet sounds. 

Dirty. 

Hot. 

I pinched my nipple harder…I whispered “f*ck” to myself.

Then it hit, my p*ssy squeezed my fingers tight. 

Waves of it and wetness everywhere on my hand, down my *ss, on the bedsheets, I cried out, body shaking, toes curled. 

I kept rubbing until it was too much, then just lay there panting, smiling like a satisfied fool. 

My thighs were trembling, I tasted myself on my fingers, it was salty, kinda sweet and I knew I was hooked.

Next morning I woke up wet again, I didn’t even think about it, I just rolled over, hand between my legs. 

I rubbed my cl*t slow while I was half asleep, I came quiet, soft little shivers, then I got up and went to the shower.

Under the hot water I spread my legs again, one of my  foot on the wall and my soap made everything slippery. 

I pinched my n*ppl*s first, hard loving how it stung in a good way. 

Then fingers down to my p*ssy. 

I rubbed my cl*t fast, I pushed three fingers inside, I f*ck*d myself deep. 

Water running over my hand, I came quick, knees weak, moaning into the steam.

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It turned into a daily thing, right after school, i lock the door, strip naked, spread my legs on the bed. I’d try stuff –like cucumber  as a dildo, sliding it in deep and slow, then frantic thrusts that made my *ss clench, p*ssy drip.

 “F*ck me harder,” I’d whisper to no one but myself, boobs bouncing, I loved my body’s response, the slick finger sounds in my wet p*ssy, cl*t throbbing like a heartbeat.

By summer’s end, it wasn’t just fun, it was my secret fix. 

I did it in the car for the first time a few weeks later, I was driving home from the mall, the urge hit like a punch. 

I quickly found an empty lot behind some warehouses, parked in the back, I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles in seconds. 

My legs spread over the seat, one foot on the dash, my fingers buried deep, my palm grinding my cl*t. 

The risk of cars passing in the distance, someone could walk by made me drip even more. 

I f*ck*d myself fast, desperate, biting my fist to stay quiet, I came shaking, juices soaking my thighs, the seat, everything. 

I sat there after, breathing hard, grinning like an idiot.

College made it worse or better. 

Freshman year in college was when sh*t really exploded. 

My dorm room was this tiny box with bunk beds, posters on the wall, and Jess’s clothes thrown everywhere. 

Jess was always out for parties, guys, whatever so most nights it was just me, I do wake up in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning with my p*ssy already wet and throbbing, like it had been dreaming about me. 

No need to think, my hand would just slide down my p*ssy under the blanket, my panties would be pushed to the side, I’d start slow, two fingers slipping in the p*ssy easy because I was soaked, gliding in and out while I stayed curled on my side, one leg hooked over the edge of the blanket. 

Soft little gasps escaped, my thighs shaking gently as the first quiet c*m rolled through me, p*ssy clenching around my fingers, a warm gush soaking my palm. 

Then, once my eyes were open and my heart was racing, I’d go harder – three fingers deep, stretching myself, thumb pressing hard on my cl*t, hips grinding against my own hand until I came again, louder this time, wetness spreading on the sheets, body jerking like I couldn’t control it.

Big lecture halls were the worst and best at the same time. Hundreds of people, air-conditioned cold, me in the back row with my skirt pulled up just enough that no one could see. 

I push my panties to the side, fingers finding my cl*t right away, i circle it in tiny, tight loops, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep quiet. 

My p*ssy would get hotter, wetter, dripping down the inside of my thighs, the scent of my arousal mixing with the smell of textbooks. 

Every second the throb got stronger, my cl*t swelling under my fingers then the orgasm hit I’d freeze – thighs clamping tight around my hand, tiny tremors running up my legs, a soft moan no one noticed. 

I’d pull my fingers out slowly, slick and shiny, and lick them clean under the desk, tasting that salty-sweet flavor while the professor kept talking about whatever. 

My face would be flushed, breathing shallow, but I looked like I was just taking notes.

The library stacks were my secret spot. 

Deep in the back where no one ever went, shelves full of old books smelling like dust and paper, I’d lean back against them, I will lift my skirt bunched around my waist, panties dropped to my ankles, one foot on a low shelf for balance. 

My fingers buried in my p*ssy, f*ck*ng myself standing up.

The wet sounds echoing a little in the quiet and the other hand squeezing my boobs through my shirt, pinching the nipple hard until it hurt in the best way.

 I thrust fast, my cl*t swollen and screaming, hips rocking forward. 

When I came I’d press my face into my arm to muffle the moans, my p*ssy pulsing tight around my fingers, knees buckling, almost sliding down the shelves.

 I couldn’t take it anymore so I upgraded and I ordered toys. 

The thick dildo showed up in plain packaging. 

I locked the door, dimmed the lights, my heart was pounding. 

The dildo was big and thick, I rubbed the fat head