Quiet Cravings (Preview) (Patreon)

Description: Sofia looks like the perfect innocent girl. Sweet, responsible, and well-mannered on the outside. But behind closed doors, she is quietly, desperately horny. She's not looking for a relationship, but she wants something casual. Something simple. something that finally lets her explore the dirty cravings she has been hiding from everyone.

Sofia pushed open the front door of her family’s house a little after eight with her bag slung over her shoulder. The warm smell of garlic and tomato sauce drifting from the kitchen brought her some sense of ease, but she was too drained to follow it. What she needed right now was to get out of her uniform and die. Her feet ached from pacing back and forth behind the counter all afternoon, and her head still buzzed with the constant hum of espresso machines and impatient customers. 

She was twenty-two, home from a gap year that was stretching longer than she’d planned, working as a shift manager at a local coffee shop her father’s friend owned. Things were pretty well despite her current suffering: Living with her loving parents, who didn’t dare to charge her rent, saving money, stress-free from studying, and enjoying her favorite hobbies, playing video games, and watching anime. 

On paper, Sofia was the perfect daughter. To many of her friends and family, she was responsible, polite, always put-together for the most part, and incredibly pretty. Her long, wavy brown hair usually stayed neatly clipped back at work; her soft features, fetching green eyes, and easy smile made her regulars like her even though inside she felt like she was on the brink of crashing out during afternoon rushes. 

Today, especially, was one of those shifts where everything seemed to get worse and worse as the hours passed. 

She kicked off her work shoes by the door and padded up the stairs to her room, ignoring the chattering coming from the kitchen where her mom was probably feeding her baby brother, Luca. The second she closed the door behind her, Sofia dropped her bag and flopped face-first onto her bed. She let out a long, muffled groan and just immersed herself in the abyss for a little while.

“Fuuuuucckkkkkk…” she muttered into her sheets, her body limp.

Nightmare number six this week was an older lady complaining about the temperature of her latte, then about the wait, then about Sofia’s tone when she tried to fix it. The woman talked to her like she was some lazy teenager instead of the person running the shift. Unfortunately for her, her boss wasn’t working that day, so she couldn’t just hand off the problem lady to him like a hot potato. So, she had to smile through it all, the way she always did. Even when the crisis was averted, the irritation still sat hot in her chest. 

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling fan spinning above, her wavy brown hair fanning out messily across her bed. A tired sigh left her as she finally managed the energy to get up. She needed to wash the day off with a nice hot shower. That usually fixed her mood. 

Sofia peeled off her clothes and wrapped herself in a towel before heading into the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and let the hot spray beat against her shoulders and back, easing some of the tension. Closing her eyes, she let the water run down her body, over the soft curve of her breasts and the dip of her waist. For a moment, the warmth caused her mind to wander to her usual late-night thoughts, the ones that she usually kept locked away during the day. Her hand drifted absentmindedly down her stomach, inching ever lower to her crotch. She stopped herself, reaching for the soap instead. Not yet.

Fifteen minutes later, she finished bathing and returned to her room. She slipped into an oversized sleep shirt and soft cotton shorts, her hair still damp and smelling of her coconut shampoo. Flopping back onto the bed, she rolled over on her side and grabbed her phone. The screen lit up her face in the dim room as she lazily scrolled.

Notifications from group chats, a couple of memes from her best friend, Kayla, and… the usual strings of messages waiting in her DMs. She didn’t bother looking at them and switched to her Crunchy Roll app to catch up on the latest episode of this stupid rom-com anime she was watching. 

Sofia was barely a few minutes into the episode when her phone started buzzing in her hand. Mum💝. Her timing was almost impeccable when pestering her at her most irritable. 

She answered with a heavy sigh, her voice coming off as edged with a bit of attitude. “What?”

There was a short pause, then her mother, Maria’s voice came through sharp but warm in the way only Italian moms could manage. “Sofia, what’s up with that tone? Non mi parlare così. Vieni giù a mangiare prima che si fredda la pasta!”

Sofia closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. She could already picture her mom standing at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, waving in the air as she impatiently tapped her heel on the floor. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Coming down,” she replied, trying to sound less grumpy. 

“Subito, eh? Before your father and brother eat it all,” her mom added while keeping that chiding tone. “You worked all day. You need to eat.”

Sofia let out a quiet breath. “Yes, yes. I’m coming down, Mom.”

She hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed beside her. For a little bit, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling again as she composed herself for the incredibly benign act of having dinner with her family. The long shift, the rude, evil lady, and the constant pull from everyone around her were draining. Rotting away in bed was the only thing she wanted to do right now… among other things.

She pushed herself up anyway, running her fingers through her still-damp hair. Dinner first. Fun time later.

Sofia helped clear the table after dinner like she always did. She smiled through the usual questions from her parents about her day and her little brother’s endless toddler chatter. By the time she slipped back into her room and shut the door, the house had quieted down. Her parents were likely settling in the living room while Luca was already halfway asleep in his room. 

She climbed onto her bed again and lay on her back. The irritation from today still lingered, but underneath it, something warmer had been building all evening. She bit her lip, staring up at the ceiling as a slow little grin crept on her face.

Finally.

No more polite smiles. No more holding it together. Just her in the peaceful quiet of her room, and the chance of blowing off some much-needed steam that had been simmering under her skin all day. 

She reached over to her nightstand drawer and carefully pulled out a dildo she’d ordered a couple of weeks ago. This was the first time she had ever purchased something like this. She usually used cute little vibrators or her fingers to relieve herself. For a while now, she had been aching for something more, something deeper. She was single and wasn’t exactly looking to date anyone, so this was as close as she could get to the real thing. 

There were doubts, of course, about this depraved purchase. The idea of buying something so lewd had her question herself, not to mention the possible scenario if she were caught with something like this. It made her shiver thinking about the difficult conversation she’d have with her parents. Nonetheless, she finally pulled the trigger after concluding that she only lived once.

Sofia’s chest pounded with anticipation as she held the dildo in her hands. It was thick, realistic, and heavy with a slight curve that made her thighs clench just looking at it. She turned it over, running her thumb along the smooth silicone. An excited smile tugged at her lips the longer she stared. Everything from the detailed veins running along its shaft, the girth, and its sizable length. It was perfect. 

Sitting up quickly, she stripped out of her clothes, tossing them to the foot of her bed. The cool air brushed over her bare skin, making her nipples tighten with arousal. She was already wet just from the anticipation of trying something new. She grabbed a small bottle of lube she bought with the dildo from the drawer, squeezed a generous amount onto the toy, and stroked it slowly, spreading the slick gel until it glistened. 

She bit her lip, her green eyes wide as she stared at it. “Holy fuck…” Sofia whispered, her voice trembling slightly. 

Turning off her lamp, she lay back against the pillows, her legs parting naturally as she brought the dildo to her sopping pussy. She quickly grabbed her phone and opened her hidden folder, tapping on one of her favorite videos. The screen lit up with a deep male voice giving firm commands, the kind that always hit her right in the gut. She propped the phone against a pillow so she could see it clearly, then settled back.

Her legs spread wider as she positioned the toy. The thick head of the dildo pressed against her entrance, causing a breathless gasp to escape her lips. Soft, needy moans slipped out the moment she started pushing it inside. The stretch was perfect, that delicious fullness she couldn’t get from her fingers, making her back arch slightly off the bed. 

“Mhmmm… fuck… yes…” Sofia whispered under her breath.

She slid it deeper, inch by inch, until most of it was buried in her tight, wet pussy/ Another low moan escaped her as she held it there for a second, letting her walls clench and adjust around the toy. It had been a while since she’d had something remotely like this. The last time she could remember was when she was dating her ex a year ago. After a little longer, she finally started to pump it slowly, pulling it almost all the way out before sliding it back in with a wet, obscene squelch. 

Behind closed doors, the sweet, responsible girl everyone saw during the day disappeared. She was just a horny little thing who really needed to get off. Her free hand gripped the sheets as she worked the dildo faster, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. The slick sounds of her pussy filled the quiet room, mixing with the low groans and dirty talk coming from her phone. 

“Ah ah ah… mhmmm… uh uh uh… Yes… God, that’s so fucking good,” Sofia uttered, her voice needy and low. 

Her breath came quicker, cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her neck. She pumped it harder, deeper, chasing that building heat low in her belly. No one would ever guess how filthy her thoughts got when she was alone like this. Underneath her prim appearance, she just wanted to be used, filled, and told what to do. 

Sofia’s breath hitched as she pushed the dildo deeper, her toes curling against the sheets from the sudden shock of pleasure crashing over her. Her head dropped back onto the pillow, and her mouth fell open in a shaky moan. The thick toy stretched her so perfectly, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. 

She kept one hand pumping steadily, sliding it in and out with wet, rhythmic sounds that made her even hornier. She slid her other hand down between her legs and used her fingers to find her swollen clit. She rubbed tight, needy circles over it, matching the pace of the toy thrusting into her pussy. 

“Holy fuck… oh god…” she whimpered, her voice cracking as she reached ever closer to the edge. 

The combination was too much. The deep, full strokes of the dildo paired with the sharp pleasure on her clit sent a rush of heat crashing over her body. Her hips bucked up desperately, chasing every euphoric sensation. On the phone, the man’s low, commanding voice kept talking dirty, telling her to take his cock, and she obeyed without thinking, fucking herself harder. 

Her toes curled even tighter, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core. She rubbed her clit faster, growing more frantic by the second. 

With one final stroke, she buried the toy to the hilt. A broken moan tore from her throat as she came hard. Her head pressed back into the pillow, eyes rolling back as her whole body shook. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, waves of pleasure rolling through her as she kept pumping through the orgasm, drawing it out as long as she could. 

“Ah… Mfuck! Hmmmm… Ouhhhhhh.”

When her climax finally started to fade, Sofia lay there, legs spread, sweaty, the toy buried deep inside her. A lazy, satisfied smile curled at her lips while her chest heaved. And just like that, she was the happiest girl on earth. Everything that had stressed her out all day had melted away in the pure ecstasy she was experiencing. 

“I really needed that,” she muttered to herself with a satisfied lilt to her voice. 

Sofia continued to lie there for a little while, allowing the hazy glow to settle over her body. The video on her phone had since ended, leaving only the soft sound of her breath and hum of the fan overhead. She felt boneless, utterly in bliss. 

With a sleepy sigh, she finally pulled the slick dildo out of her sensitive pussy. A soft whimper left her at the feeling of it slipping free, causing her hips to twitch involuntarily. She wiped it down with some tissues, then tucked it safely into the drawer along with the bottle of lube. She was going to make sure it was properly cleaned tomorrow. 

Too tired to bother with anything else, she didn’t even reach for her discarded clothes. She simply pulled the covers over her naked body, her skin still warm and damp with sweat. Her wavy brown hair spilled across the pillow as she curled onto her side, hugging one of her long pillows. 

Closing her eyes, a small, content smile lingered as sleep pulled her under almost immediately. Behind closed doors, the good girl everyone expected her to be had completely melted away, leaving only the quiet, horny girl who finally got what she needed. 

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains as Sofia slept peacefully. But her slumber was suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. 

She was half-asleep, still naked under the covers, when the door opened without waiting for an answer. 

“Yo, Sof—” her older brother, Marco, started, stepping halfway into her room without a care. 

Sofia snapped awake instantly. Her eyes flew open, and she reflexively sprang upright. The blanket slipped down to her waist, exposing her bare chest, leaving her boobs open for all to see. She gasped sharply and yanked the covers back over her neck. 

“Marco! Out! Get out!” she yelped, her face burning from pure embarrassment. 

Her older brother froze for a split second, eyes wide, before he spun around. “Gah! What the hell?!” He quickly stepped back and pulled the door almost shut behind him. “I didn’t see anything. Much.”

Sofia’s heart hammered as she scrambled out of bed, grabbing her sleep shirt and shorts from the foot of her bed. She pulled them on in a rush, cheeks still beet red, then yanked the door open again. 

“What the hell, Marco?” she hissed, her voice still raspy from sleep. “You can’t just walk in like that! God, don’t you have any manners?”

Marco leaned against the doorframe. He crossed his arms, looking equally amused and apologetic. At twenty-eight, he still had that protective big-brother energy, even if he lived on his own now. “Whoopsy. My bad… Bad habit,” he chuckled, his voice carrying that teasing edge he always had with her. “But I did call and text you like twenty times. This was my last resort. So if anything, this is your fault.”

Sofia blinked, confused, then padded over to grab her phone from the bed. Turning on the screen, she found several missed call notifications and texts from him. She pursed her lips and sighed. “Oh… sorry,” she mumbled reluctantly before tossing her phone back onto the bed.

“You decent?” Marco then asked. 

She walked over and fully opened the door, her gaze tilting up to his. “What do you want?” she said, smoothing her messy, wavy hair down with one hand. 

He grinned, giving her a quick, observant glance. “Eesh… You look like a wreck.”

Sofia offered no response. Instead, she gave him a cold, dry look, practically stabbing daggers into him with her stare.  

Marco smiled uneasily and rubbed the back of his neck. “Mom said you had a rough shift yesterday. I’m heading out for brunch with a couple of friends in about an hour. Figured I’d see if you wanted to tag along.”

She looked at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied what motivations he could possibly have. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he queried with a small, amused smirk. 

Sofia continued to leer at him. “I’m not looking at you like anything,” she insisted, though her obvious watchful stare didn’t waver. 

He finally sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you should get out of the house for a change. All you do is work and stay in your room. Eat something other than leftovers.”

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms under her chest. Marco saw her mouth open, ready with some witty comeback, and quickly cut her off. 

“My treat.”

Sofia paused, the offer hanging in the air. Part of her wanted to crawl back into bed and hide for the rest of the day. The other part, the one that still carried that warm, relaxed feeling from last night, knew he wasn’t entirely wrong. She had been cooped up a lot lately. 

She let out a long breath, her shoulders dropping a little. “Fine. Give me twenty minutes.”

Marco’s smirk softened into something closer to a genuine, proud smile. “Nice. I’ll wait downstairs.”

He turned to leave but paused in the hallway, glancing back at her. “You sure you need twenty minutes? I mean… I don’t want to be that guy, but—”

“Get out,” Sofia groaned, shutting the door in his face before he could say anything else. 

She leaned against the door for a second, shaking her head. Big brothers were the worst. But brunch on at his expense sounded better than sitting around the house all day.

Sofia padded over to her closet and carefully thought about what to wear. Even if she was an introvert who preferred staying in most days, she knew how to put herself together when she actually left the house. Style was one of the few things that made her feel a little more in control. 

She picked out a soft ribbed tank top in a warm cream color that hugged her curves nicely, then slipped on a lightweight denim skirt that hit mid-thigh. Simple but cute, just the way she liked it. She added a thin gold necklace, aesthetic finger rings, and small hoop earrings. A quick touch of mascara and lip gloss, and she ran a brush through her messy brown hair, letting it fall loosely around her shoulders with a couple of strands neatly clipped back from her face. 

She gave herself a once-over in the mirror and hummed to herself, satisfied. Presentable. Cute, even. Not trying too hard, but definitely not a wreck Marco made her out to be. 

Sofia grabbed her small crossbody bag and headed downstairs. 

Marco was waiting near the front door, scrolling on his phone, when she came down. He looked up and arched an eyebrow, giving her a slow, observant look. 

She paused on the last step before slipping on her sandal slides. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He shrugged, already heading to the front door. “Nothing. Just… you clean up nice when you decide to be a human like the rest of us. Didn’t expect you to look that put together after the state I found you in earlier.”

Sofia rolled her eyes and walked past him toward the door. “Shut up. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Marco chuckled and followed her out. “Someone’s hangry.”