Dirty Stories Online Novels & Stories

She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then finally turned and left, the door clicking shut softly behind her. Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the stairs. The closet door flew open almost instantly. Julian stepped out first, eyes blazing with raw, adrenaline-fueled lust. “That was way too fucking close, princess.” He ripped the sheet off my body in one swift motion, exposing my cum-covered skin to the cool air. “Look at you… still leaking everywhere. Such a dirty little secret.” Oliver emerged right behind him, cock rock hard again and already leaking. “Hearing you lie straight to her face while our loads are dripping out of your tight pussy… I’m throbbing, Leena.”

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♡

Like a poorly designed façade, it eventually cracks. She checked her iPhone again. Nothing from James yet. Their online exchanges had been explicit from the start -- no pretending, no shame. She'd watched him stroke himself while she spread her legs for the camera. They'd told each other exactly what they wanted, in crude detail that would make most people blush. She'd described how she liked to be fucked, positions she'd never shared with anyone else. He'd confessed fantasies his wife would have been horrified by. Sometimes the dirtiest things were the most honest.

Ariana’s POV) The internet has teeth. Sharp ones. By the third day after the restaurant fiasco, I’ve been chewed and spat out across every gossip blog in the city. “Billionaire Caught in Secret Affair.” “Damian Cole’s Mystery Woman Exposed.” “Pregnant Scandal Shakes Cole Empire.” My name. My face. My body. All plastered online like I’m a circus act. I slam my phone down on the counter and bury my head in my hands.

At that instant, Winifred Zea felt as if the sky had turned gray. The internet was just too scary. She could now deeply understand the feelings of those celebrities who had their reputation destroyed overnight by a scandal and was thrown into despair. Winifred was experiencing the same thing. The contents of this article were partially true and partially fake. Although most of it was malicious slander, the background story was about how Winifred had slept with a beggar six years ago and had a child before marriage. Those were true. Hence, the news was now tenable online.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Anyone can be in the group chat but can request solo chat rooms. I clicked accept and it worked! I don't know what I was more proud of, my UX testing or the fact that someone wanted to privately chat with me. LimberJack: hey LonelyGirl: hey! thanks again. LimberJack: wanna see if we can bang 1 out on an app? LonelyGirl: ... LimberJack: if you want dick pics I'm sure Horny4u is available to exchange names and numbers. LonelyGirl: ha! bc his thimble sized cock would be a turn on to see.

The group chat was blowing up. My friends and I had created our own group chat, "The Five Stars," since we were five. It was a funny name, I know. The group chat was filled with messages from my friends. Dan asked, "Where is Ivy?" Then Gary replied, "Probably crying. What were you expecting?" Sophia wrote, "Gary, shut up!" Sophia: “Ivy, if you're reading this, don't listen to him. We love you." Nola wrote, "Seriously, girl, we've all been through this. No need to cry."

My stomach drops. I hesitate before opening the inbox. I don’t even click individual messages before I see enough of the words like whore, gold digger, and fraud, with people wishing he leaves me broke. Mixed between them are a few kind ones telling me to stay strong and ignore the trolls.This wave of hate is just another part of the scandal that makes me want to disappear. I back out and scroll the main page. My name is everywhere. Photos of me and Hardin. Clips from our wedding. Videos from the airport. Headlines built from rumors and strangers’ opinions.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.