LOGINWelcome to OUR SECRETđ A world where every craving, no matter how forbidden, depraved, ungodly and every bit dirty, demands to be felt. Inside these pages, control is taken, given, and sometimes stolen. Not every story ends with romance, but I can guarantee it leaves both you & the character satisfied. If youâre looking for something safe, this isnât it. We have friends crossing boundaries, strangers feeding fantasies, Priests breaking oaths, Doctors forgetting ethics, Professors teaching questionable lessonsâŠ.guns, wax, handcuffs and knives being used in ways they shouldn'tđ«ŁâŠAnd so much more. So if youâre looking for something unforgettable? Pick a kinkâI mean, a story, and dive right in. We've been expecting you, loveđ„čđ
View MoreOur Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE.
Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand đ*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena⥠. . AYLAâs POV Iâve been house-sitting with my best friend Mia for the last three days now. I hadnât seen much of her over the last couple of weeks, so I decided to join her in watering plants and feeding the fish in her brotherâs vacant house. Itâs been an amazing week, more so because Iâm on leave from my workplace, so I just lounge at the massive infinity pool and make a dozen martinis to enjoy when Mia gets off work. Itâs particularly hot tonight, so when I step out of the shower, I go downstairs for a glass of ice to enjoy my water with. I don't think much of it, Iâve been naked in here before, both Mia and I do parade naked sometimes, and the house is empty, so what could go wrong, right? Nothing. At least I think so until the front door opens while Iâm naked humming a Lana Del Rey song to myself. I donât hear the key in the lock, nor do I hear footsteps, all I hear is a sharp inhale and my nose flares up with an intoxicating yet familiar scent. I turn around, a sharp scream ripping through me when I come face to face with icy blue eyes identical to Miaâs. He screams too. Miaâs brother Caleb stands in the doorway, taller and much broader than I remember. His eyes widen when he sees me. âAyla,â he gasps, his eyes raking over me from head to toe. The glass in my hand shatters to the floor, and I quickly cover my breasts, sprinting toward the hallway, bare feet slapping against the marble. I hear him drop his luggage with a heavy thud as he cusses under his breath. I donât stop running until Iâm all the way up to my bedroomâthe guest bedroom, I made home three days ago. âFuck,â I breathe, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, my heart beating so hard I feel it in my throat. My reflection stares back at me from the full-length mirror across the room, a reminder of what it is that Caleb just saw. Iâve never been more naked in my life, I have...but not like that, not in front of a man, not in front of Caleb. I havenât seen Caleb in six years. Six fucking years since he left LA, since he stopped tormenting me every time I came over to hang out with Mia. Back then, he was the worst kind of older brotherâstealing my snacks, pulling my ears, calling me a âbratâ and âcupcakeâ while I trailed after him and Mia like a lost puppy. Caleb hated me, he knew all the things I hated and used them to torture me. Like when he used to pin me down on the couch and tickle me until I cried from laughing too much, then ruffle my hair and tell me I was annoying as hell. I hated him too, but also thought he was the most beautiful boy Iâd ever seen. And now, said beautiful boy has seen me naked. Completely butt naked. The realisation is crippling, I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor, and my knees pull to my chest. âYou strike again Tuesday curse,â I hiss. Tuesday is my least favourite day of the week, ever since my hamster died sixteen years ago, my Tuesdays have been shitty and turns out Iâm not safe indoors either. I can hear Calebâs voice, yelling at someone in Italian over the phone. Probably Mia, Iâve picked up a few words over the years from Miaâs rants, and I for sure hear him say how bothersome it is, and how pissed off he is getting. My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I crawl across the carpet on hands and knees, snatch it up. Itâs a text from Mia. One is an image from the boardroom, with a text saying how late the meeting is running, so thatâs not Mia on the phone with Caleb. The next is a text: Soulmate: Hey lover, Caleb just texted saying he came home early. Is he there now? Everything okay? Me: Yeah, heads up next time. I just scared us both by surprising him fresh out of the shower. Soulmate: OMG DID HE SEE YOU NAKED???? Aylaaaa?! I send a quick yes, and another text comes through. Soulmate: Lol, told you that your nudity would catch up with you. Luckily for you, Caleb is harmless. Harmless? Yeah, definitely not the way that I would describe him, but each to their own, I guess. But my go-to word to describe him would be insufferable and maybe hot. Iâm typing out a reply when Mia sends me another text saying she will call me when sheâs done with work. I put the phone down and rise, walking to the mirror. Iâm not self-conscious, but I stare just to be sure I didnât look awful naked. Last time Caleb saw me, I was very short, but now Iâm taller, and my body has grown in ways he shouldnât have seen. I move to the bed and slip on my clothes, clothes that felt comfortable now feel utterly inappropriate. Iâm wearing a crop top and a pair of shorts that barely cover my ass, Mia has a matching set too, and this is my comfort wear, but what if Caleb thinks Iâm trying to seduce him? God, no. I tug the shorts down, making no difference, but this is all I brought over, all my outfits are like this, and my other option is a two-piece bikini so this is fine. For a while, I contemplate staying up here until Mia returns, but that might be midnight, and I need to eat, need my water. So I conjure up some courage and head downstairs before I back out, prepared to take the teasing. Caleb is leaning against the island when I return, his back to me. I can't help but notice how messy his hair is, like heâs been running his hands through it. As if sensing me, he turns. He doesnât tease me, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't say anything, he simply stares, his gaze dark, hungry, and unfamiliar, like heâs seeing me for the first time.GRACEâS POVSundays were for church.This much was clear in my parentsâ house, and not attending meant yelling and lectures I wasnât interested in.So every Sunday since I was seven, there I was, in church, thinking of things I shouldnât. It used to be toys, games, school, and what ice cream flavour Iâd get after playing the good girl in church. That bit didnât change over the years, except when I turned fifteen, Father Liam appeared, and every Sunday I sat in that house felt like I was signing a one-way ticket to hell.Years later, at twenty-three, I had just returned from college a week prior, and I sat in the third pew from the front, my thighs pressed tightly together under my modest sundress, while I tried to look like I was listening to the sermon. I wasnât.How could I when Father Liam stood at the pulpit in his crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and the black clerical collar framing the strong column of his throat. The man looked like sin dressed adorned by h
âZachary, whaâwhat are you doing?â I stutter, still intoxicated by the fantasy of him, the fantasy playing out before my eyes in real time. âI want you, Maya. Youâre all I could think about tonight, I can't get you out of my head, precious,â he says, his use of the pet name he gave me confirming I'm not dreaming inside of a dream. I swallow, âAnd what makes you think that I want you?â âIâve known for a long time how much youâve wanted me, and I've wanted you too, maybe longer, precious. Itâs been hell trying to keep my hands off you, I'm fighting demons every time I hear you moaning through these thin walls.â He heard me? Shit, I'm mortified, I'm turned on. He glances at my vibrator resting on the edge of the mattress and reaches for it, clicking it on, and running it over one of my nipples. âAnd tonight, when I came home to you moaning my name. I couldn't help it, I just wanted a peek, but then you were half naked, with this little toy beside you.â He says, moving it lower, te
MAYA Alarms ring in my head when I hear Zachary humming the same tune he does before he goes out to the club with his friends. I shuffle off my bed, pausing at the door. âZach?â I call. My voice is not loud enough so I repeat, âZachary,â I repeat, louder this time. Zachary. My very hot roommate of three years steps into the hallway, looking every bit disturbingly handsome like he does on his casual nights out. The man looks good in a button-down shirt, but shirtless? Oh God. âYes, Maya?â I arch an eyebrow, scanning his outfit. âGoing out again? Thatâs three times this week, Zach..â I try to keep the edge of jealousy out of my voice, but itâs a losing battle. He raises his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. âYep, it's been a rough week, Maya. I need a drink.â He says, heading to our shared bathroom. I find myself following him like a shadow, just like I have for three years now. We both moved here for our jobs, and we've lived together ever since. Zach is the best thing to hav
CALEBâs POVMia arrives twenty minutes after Ayla and I finish, I throw my carpet in the laundry room while Ayla takes another shower. Itâs not until Mia arrives that I choose to take a quick shower, giving them time alone while Mia bitches to Ayla about her boss, a very good friend of mine.I get back downstairs just in time to catch wind of them in their element. I approach slowly, listening to see if they talk about me. âBefore I forget, I ran into Eric when I was grabbing dinner,â Mia says, peeking inside the oven to see if the pizza is ready.Eric? Whoâs that?âYeah?â Ayla asks, her eyes focused on the magazine that Mia brought with her.âYep, I threw my iced coffee in his face.âAyla gasps, âMia.ââWhat?â My sister snickers. âThat idiot wronged you, and so every time I see him? I will torture him. It's your fault, if you had punched him, I would not have to do it.âAyla sighs, shaking her head. âI was already over him when it happened.ââAnd yet youâre not dating still.âAyla sh












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