Adult Only Stories Novels & Stories

Our 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 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

Uncle's forbidden touch 8 The attic breeding stuck with me. Uncle's cum plugged in all night, his stories of family curses whispering in my ear as the storm raged. My belly didn't show yet, but I felt it—the heir growing, his dark claim deep in my womb. Days after, he was tender in a twisted way. Fucks slow and deep, hands on my stomach, promising more kids to carry the line. But his eyes had that hunger, like he needed to mark me permanent.

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

He watched her hungrily longing to plough his rock hard cock deeply into her and take her over into more orgasms but he held back, ‘Take Mate, take Mate’ Adam demanded trying to force his way out so he could claim her baring his teeth his fangs elongated, ‘Claim her’ Adam snarled but he pushed the Wolf down, ‘Do you want to lose her forever? She’s seventeen next week and I promise on that day she will be ours’ Belle had fallen asleep and he headed for the shower, he was so hard he needed to relieve the pressure. The next day Belle moved back in with him and he told her right away he was only waiting for her to turn seventeen and then he was going to make her his. She spent the next week teas

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** --1-- I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

She turned to the group of children—ranging from eight to twelve years old—with a mischievous glint in her eyes, receiving enthusiastic nods in return. Maera rolled her eyes and walked away, carrying a pile of sheets she was about to wash. “Just give them normal stories, Crys.” “What kind of stories then? Cinderella or Rapunzel? Those are only suitable for girls. And stories like Batman or samurais—don’t they also contain violence?” Crystal pointed out. And she wasn’t wrong. Boys these days didn’t care much for cartoons anymore; they preferred superhero stories which—of course—always included some form of fighting.