Best Erotic Sex 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♡

She wrapped her arms around Maria's thighs, not stopping her movement but ensuring that she did not become dislodged. Janet knew she struck gold, because Maria began to scream and shout and wriggle but Janet held on and kept on sucking and licking and biting and taking everything Maria was giving. When Maria was done riding out her orgasm, she slid further onto the bed, tugged Janet's clothes off her, kissed her and then slowly threw herself into the middle of the large queens size bed, and laid back. "Come on, get over me, baby. I want to taste your cunt as you're licking me." Another of Janet's favourite positions during sex. Maria was pulling all the stops to make her feel better.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

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I kissed him again, trying to steal back some semblance of control, but he easily took over, dominating the kiss with that same superiority that came from being so much older than me. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, his hand skillfully moved my panties to the side and dove right in. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. It felt so fucking good — sinful and wrong in the best way. I still couldn’t believe my uncle was finger-fucking me on my own kitchen island. I was already so wet and dripping, making obscene sounds with every thrust of his fingers. I wanted more. I needed something bigger, something filling. “Please… hngh,” I moaned between broken gasps

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Like he had dreamed of this for months. He was making broad strokes, teasing flicks, and those soft sucks on my clit that made me cry out. And then he pushed two fingers inside me, no warning at all, and none needed, and he knows how to curve them just right to hit my G-spot! My back arched off the bed. My hands gripped the sheets. “Aiden. . . fuck! ohshit! Oh fuck, Aiden” He grinned against my cunt. “That’s right. Say my name.”