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It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

The title, embossed in deep crimson, read *The Bondage Codex: A Victorian Manual of Restraint and Ecstasy*. “Tonight’s text is more demanding,” he said, voice low and smooth as he opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly as if alive. “It requires full physical compliance. The ink will bind you, and it grows tighter when you make sound. You will read the instructions aloud while I follow them precisely. Do not stop reading, no matter how desperate you become.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Yes, Mr. Thorne.” He guided me to an antique rolling library ladder fixed against one of the taller shelves. “Climb three steps and turn to face me. Arms raised and gripping the sides.”

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

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♡

There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one. This book will also contain some elements of BDSM, spanking, and a very heavy praise kink. Along with a very morally gray male lead and his step-brother who are both possessive and a bit obsessive about their woman. I do hope you enjoy Andreena, Spencer, and Adam’s story as much as I have enjoyed writing it and I look forward to writing more books for you to enjoy in the future. XOXO, Jane Knight Chapter One Andreena Pulling up to the small two story red brick house, I smiled tiredly. My sister’s little Chevy car was parked in the driveway beside Nolan’s truck. We hadn’t made plans to hang out, but I was excited to

I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust. I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of the throbbing, aching need that pulsated in my pussy, but I kept stopping myself, aware that anyone with a key could walk into the office at any time. I had always known about kink has a concept, had a surface understanding of bondage and discipline. I had no idea how deep it really went. I did not know there were so many things people found erotic. The final pages were a shortened version of Troy's yes list, but wi

Chapter 5 Ink The following week, I was sitting in the Titan Kings MC clubhouse. Creek had come through and invited me the following week. His Prez was interested in meeting me, he told me. As I walked through the main room, I took in my surroundings. Women, half of them were topless, walking around with the bikers. Sexual acts were happening around us, women on the knees. Some of the men were at the bar, lines of what looked like cocaine were across the bar. A couple of notes were rolled up. I didn’t touch drugs. Never had the urge to. Paul walked next to me, his eyes darting round the room. He had been extended an invitation too when he and Creek had run into each other after Creek’s secon

They laid down on the mattress together, and Tee-Hee the clown took his member into her painted mouth once more. "Tell me about your kinks.." she said between licks and kisses. "So we can fulfil each others' dreams.." She smiled up at him and then took him in deeper than he had thought she was physically able to, bobbing her head in such an odd fashion that made his whole body feel like it was vibrating from pleasure, and he groaned out loud. He held her hair, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed - but he would not last long like this, that much was certain. "I don't.. I don't have any kinks.. Really," he moaned, and then Tee-Hee giggled.

“There’s a word for it?!” “There’s a word for every kink, Princess.” I hummed, trailing my fingers over the veins of his forearms. Meeting his eyes, I shyly whispered, “Then what are you into?” “You,” he answered, kissing me softly on my lips. “Very much into you. But if we are talking about kinks, I like to humiliate and degrade. Sometimes…” I kind of figured that Hayden would like that because, despite being a Princess, I was into humiliation and degradation. But he stopped what he was going to say, looking at me and shook his head.