Ai Erotic Fiction 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♡

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

He pulled them aside and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue explored her eagerly , long, slow licks from her entrance to her clit, tasting her sweetness. Lila moaned, pushing back against his mouth. “That’s it… eat your waifu’s pussy. Make her feel good.” The roleplay made everything hotter. Alex licked with more enthusiasm, sucking her clit gently while his hands roamed up to squeeze her ass. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them as he flicked his tongue faster. Lila’s moans grew louder, her thighs trembling. She came hard, flooding his mouth with her juices, her body shaking as she cried out in that sweet anime-girl voice.

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

He kept teasing, grazing, slowly. “So fucking desperate for me aren’t you?” I sobbed, that was enough answer. “Please just fuck me.” I begged so desperately, almost crying. “I need your cock in every hole on my body.” The thick tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. No warning. He spat on his cock and pushed it in. I screamed raw, broken and loud. “Fuck! Eric, It’s too big.” “You can take it,” he snarled, tugging at the tie on my neck. “Take every inch of my cock like the greedy anal whore you are.”

She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear, her body already responding to his dominance. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. His hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her ass. She shivered, anticipation building in her core. His fingers dipped lower, brushing against her slick folds. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He chuckled again, a soft sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Still so wet for me, thief." Alariq bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers began to circle her clit.

I squirmed, widening my legs even more as he immediately dipped one long, straight finger right into my wet pussy. I hissed in pleasure. He pulled the hand out and lifted his head, his gaze holding mine as he carried the finger to his lips and licked it clean. The sight was so incredibly erotic, I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there. I made an animal sound of arousal deep in my throat; low and guttural and decidedly unfeminine. Calix laughed, “Yes that’s right. I want that wild girl; unrestrained.”

He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.