Dirty Stories Funny Novels & Stories

Some blogs had captions like; 𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑊𝑎𝑗𝑒. 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑊𝑎𝑗𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑒. It was crazy. Suddenly everyone had something dirty to talk about. Even at school, some people had dissed her for being acting all cool when she was actually a snake.

Currently, Monica Lewinsky is an advocate against cyberbullying and harassment. "That's the sex scandal that shook the world the most. No one is safe from the temptation of infidelity. Whoever you are," I said. “Nice word, Lang,” said Gary. “Now tell us about religion or philosophy?” asked Tiffany. "The Grisees are so funny," said Kacey. "Oh, you haven't heard everything," I said. "Would you like another story?" "Is there anything more serious about the Grisee?" Leah asked. "You can see Matt," I joked.

It stripped all of its force and significance and turned it into a joke. But threads of darkness were woven in among the jokes. The "financial analysts" on T*****r speculated about how well Clarkson Consolidated would do if its CEO were "distracted." The homophobic taunts haphazardly spewed into comment streams. The graphic, violent fantasy scenarios about their relationship written by strangers who felt that they were entitled to every detail of their lives.

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♡

"Report it? Who said anything about reporting it?" He leans in closer, his scent—something like sandalwood and expensive gin—overwhelming me. He shushes me gently, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human. To be honest, I watch it all the time. I could give you a list of performers that make those Brazzers clips worth it. I’ve been following Lana Rhoades and Abella Danger for years." My jaw nearly hits my desk. I look up at him, shocked not because he watches p**n, but by the casual admission. "You... you do?"

The morning buzzed like a caffeinated circus. Lola’s nerves tangoed with excitement, each step toward the glass doors promising unknowing imminent disaster. The first time I met Adrian Blackwood, I spilled iced coffee on his shoes. Not just any shoes. Leather shoes so polished they reflected my panic back at me. “Oh my God,” I blurted, already crouching. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. That was a lie. I am clumsy. But not like this. This is… advanced clumsiness.”

Bray rested his arm over her shoulders and I snapped a pic. “Thanks,” she squeaked, before grabbing the napkin and running away. Bray slid my drink across to me. “What was that?” I uttered after a sip. “That was a day in the life of Dirty J.” He smirked. “They’re the worst, the ones that can’t even talk. Now she’ll go home, berate herself for not talking to me, then tweet the crap out of me all night in screaming caps.” “Oh, sounds . . . fun.” I lifted my drink and sipped some more. “Can I expect more?”

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

SUMMER. “You know I love that one!” I exclaimed, looking into the photos that my mum ran through with her fingers. “Oh no, I look ugly in it” Lily shot me a stare and we both burst out laughing. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed the way I did. Well, the last time before Vincent anyway.

"But I prefer the way you handle other things." My face heated. I shot him a look, but he just smirked. The game continued with more teasing. Marcus bragged about his latest tackle stats. Diego mocked him for missing one in the last game. Serena kept score and called them both out. Lila told stories about their father's old Super Bowl parties.