Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

Aside from his relationship with Lydia, which everyone now knew about, Drake had pretty much been an open book. The lowest paid of the employees, a male named Issac, who worked as a recorder, slid his phone out of his pocket, slyly turning on the video recorder, before positioning his phone in his hand, where the camera could see Dianne, Drake, and Lydia, but no one could see the phone. He knew if whatever argument they were having continued, that the media would pay big for the story. The Whittenberg Scandal, as Drake and Lydia’s relationship was being called, was a major hit with the society pages lately.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

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♡

______________________ Chapter 94 IRIS The following days were a whirlwind of activity as the tabloids continued to dig into my past, spinning wild stories and half-truths in their relentless pursuit of scandal. It seemed that no aspect of my life was off-limits – from my childhood to my relationships, nothing was safe from their prying eyes.

DirtyLink is not a dating app— It's an anonymous app where gay men chat, flirt, share nudes, meet up and… probably fuck, if you want to. No real names are being used on the app— No public photos— Just usernames and conversations that carry a reputation for being dangerously intense and sexually naughty. I had downloaded DirtyLink three months ago on a drunken night— I told myself it was just curiosity. That I was NOT gay and I just wanted to explore. I never told anyone about it because I honestly wasn't certain about my sexuality yet. Deep down, I already knew the truth—I just wasn't ready to accept that I was gay.

This is him asking me to cross a line. Images from another life flash up without my permission—the one where I danced barefoot on sticky bar tops, where I kissed strangers in bathroom stalls, where my husband couldn’t keep his hands off me even in public. The heat that memory stirs is dangerous and I shove it down hard. “This is insane,” I tell him. “Maybe.” His grin softens. “But it’s exactly the kind of insane you used to love… and the kind you need now.” ~~~ It’s Friday night and George had managed to drag me to the ‘sex’ party.

100 sins piled up, looping like a horror reel. Backstage, Riccardo hit Enter, and a chorus of pings erupted as every hater's phone lit up with a notification. They scrambled to check, each finding a compressed file named "Your Exclusive Gift". Inside were their secrets: a married man's affair videos, a white-collar worker's embezzlement records, a student's bullying footage, and so on. ... The hall fell deathly silent. Then my phone chimed. The Misfortune Transfer System countdown hit zero.

I spat, my voice filled with disdain. " You are not only incompetent in bed, but you are also abusive!" I mocked. " I wonder what the media outlets will say if they learned that the perfect Tates heir, Derek Tates strangled his wife to near-death." I whispered, and I watched in amusement as his face paled. Of course, to those rich and elite families, their reputations were everything. They'd do anything, selling their souls if necessary, just to guard their privately screwed personalities.

His eyes darkened as they locked on mine. "Did it?" he asked, voice low and rough. He took a step closer, still completely naked, water bottle dangling from his fingers. The scent of chlorine and sex clung to him, mixing with his usual cologne. It was intoxicating. "Did you hear everything, Lexi?" Did I? I didn't just hear. I saw it all as well. I cleared my throat. He didn't need to know that. My cheeks burned. I set the glass down before I dropped it, gripping the edge of the counter. "I. . .I tried not to. But she was loud. Really loud."