Caught Crossdressing 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♡

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The pressure built until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock. He followed right after, groaning my name as he buried himself deep and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. He kissed me softly, then rested his forehead against mine. “Mary…” he whispered. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees. But inside the cabin, the only sound was our breathing. And the quiet knowledge that we had just crossed a line we could never uncross.

the way he said it makes me want to do it over and over again if he’s the one I would be seeing but like he said I immediately stand upright and smoothen my short dress while my gaze goes to my murderer thong. As I start to bend down to pick it, he beats me to it and stuffs it into his pocket surprising the hell out of me. “What…why?” “Leave here woman before I change my mind” I rush into the car and speed off with a smile plastered on my face. What a hell of a twenty-fifth birthday, I couldn’t have wished for a better one. This is a story that even my grandkids must hear. It will be a story of how their nana was fucked thoroughly like never before by the fucking roadside. The ache in betwee

But thinking about Alex and Nick touching me made heat pool low in my belly, made my breath quicken, made me want something I couldn't quite name. Was this what desire felt like? I found a forum for abuse survivors exploring BDSM and spent hours reading their stories. So many of them had been where I was—terrified, confused, wondering if they could ever reclaim their sexuality after trauma. And so many of them had found healing in consensual power exchange with patient, caring partners. One post in particular stuck with me:

I let my clothes form a trail as I strip them off my body and step into the shower. I let the hot water fill my ears and drown out the noise in my head. Mom wanted to meet, but after the fight with Cassian, I decided that it's best some secrets stay buried. CrossPoint Capital is going through a rough patch, and a secret child scandal might just be the last straw that breaks his world apart. I pat myself dry and soon, I'm slipping into my clothes, listening with a racing heart to my alarm go off. He'll be here any minute now.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

Security clears a path down the steps, but Damon’s already there, waiting at the base like some headline-hungry animal. He spreads his arms and spins a full circle. “Well, that was fun,” he drawls. “Nothing like a family reunion where everybody lies under oath. You lot are more fucked up than me.” The reporters swarm. Microphones stab the air. “Mr Cross, do you have a statement—?” “Oh, I’ve got statements for days. These fuckers think they are untouchable. Stealing my right to be a father. So rich they think they can play God. Well, let them see how playing God with the anti-Christ works out for them.”