All Chapters of Dirty Little Secrets(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I remember the first time I saw her at the poolside, the sun blazing down like it was out to melt everything in its path. I'm Jake, the pool boy at this upscale resort, a 28-year-old guy who's built from hauling chlorine jugs and skimming leaves, not from hitting the gym. My tan's real, earned under this relentless sky, and I've got this little side gig extra services, as I call it. It's all about massages and sunscreen rubs, but let's be real, it's just my way in, a smooth excuse to get close and turn that spark into something hotter. Today was one of those days that sticks with you, especially with her in the picture. She was tall, probably 5'10", with curves that screamed confidence,hips wide and inviting, a waist that dipped just right, and dark skin that shone like it was kissed by the sun itself. Her bikini was simple but deadly, red fabric clinging to every inch, and the way she moved, adjusting her sunglasses and stretching out on the lounge chair, had me hooked from the start

The flight from New York to London stretched out like a long, dark tunnel, the cabin lights dimmed for the red-eye, but for Alex, the passenger in seat, it became an erotic adventure he never saw coming. At 30, Alex was a seasoned businessman, his mind usually occupied with spreadsheets and deals, but tonight, his focus shifted entirely to Lila, the new flight attendant whose uniform seemed tailored to tease. She was in her mid-20s, with cascading auburn hair pinned into a sleek bun that framed her striking green eyes and full lips painted a subtle red. Her figure was curvaceous, the fitted blouse straining against her ample breasts, and the high thigh length skirt too short but hugging her hips and ass in a way that suggested it was meant to be admired. From the moment she greeted him during boarding, her flirtations were subtle yet charged, a spark that ignited as soon as the plane reached cruising altitude.It began with small gestures. Lila leaned over to offer him a pillow, her b

Saints POV“Fuck..! Micheal I’m going to cum..”Her moans loud enough for me to hear, as I watched her,rub her clit, her panties moved one side and her legs spread apart,giving me a good view of her juices flowing down her pussy to her ass ,and her sheets drenched from her squirting earlier on the face time.I was meeting her for the first time tomorrow,her sister introduced about two months ago ,she was introduced as “ her baby sister” nothing about the woman I watched on my screen right now screamed “baby”.She finally orgasmed ,her legs shaking and her hips bucking as she came hard ,her chest rising and falling as she smiled at the screen.she had gone from looking sexy , to flushed and adorable.bet it would be better to see in person.which in a few hours from now was gonna happen.I had been counting down the hours since I hit "confirm" on that flight booking. Two months of knowing Mae, and the last few weeks? Pure lustful hell..Her texts,her traps even the blurry ones, each one

My fascination with Bonnie Lane grew the day I’d caught her fucking her plump pussy with her fingers. Her thighs were spread wide open, brown knuckles glistening with her cum juice.I shouldn’t want her. She’s in prison for murdering her husband but then, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s got the hottest “fuck me” eyes I’ve ever seen.She flicks her clit and fucks her pussy with a cucumber of all things. It’s so fucking hot, I barely recall undoing my zipper and pulling my dick out.I stroke my dick, watching as she brings herself to the edge. When she comes, she moans my name. Her way of letting me know she enjoys been watched.It becomes a sort of twisted game, for me to hide out in the hallway, watching Bonnie on her knees, soft buttocks thrust high up in the air, playing with her pussy lips from behind, flicking her clit, her fingers forming a scissors.Today is no different.She is naked from the waist down. Her shirt is unbuttoned, spilling her heavy boobs. Her nipples are a

When most people hear the word ‘cult,’ they picture hooded figures chanting in the dead of night, sacrifices on altars, and blood rituals galore. But for me, being part of The Order is a whole different vibe. It's about freedom, baby. Freedom to explore the wildest edges of my desires, to unleash my truest self in a space where I feel safe, protected, and understood. Daddy calls it the safe zone, and honestly, that's exactly what it is. A place where I can be unapologetically me.Daddy—or Zachariah Archibald, as he's known in the outside world—is one sly old motherfucker. He first laid eyes on me while I was shaking my ass for cold, hard cash at the White Cube club, a place where art meets lust, if you catch my drift. He was charming, sophisticated, and had this magnetic energy that just drew me in. A few weeks later, I found myself unable to resist his invitation for a weekend getaway to the Cayman Islands. Sun, sand, and sinwhat's not to love?We fucked like bunnies on those pristin