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Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I stared at the numerous photos spread out on Mr Voss's million dollar table at his penthouse. Photos of Daniel fucking a woman in his car—the one I fucking bought for him. Photos of him kissing her. Photos of him taking her in all different positions in the car. Photos of his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open, his skin glistening with sweat and I couldn't help the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how many times I told them to stop.

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♡

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

And yet I still couldn’t get through. What was the damn password? It took a lot of willpower not to slam my fist on the laptop in frustration. With each passing second, my eagerness to get to my destination intensified. In all my years on earth, I’d never seen a collection of p**n as voluminous as the one that resided on Daniel’s laptop. But the p**n alone wasn’t what had commanded my full curiosity. It was the toys that had been on a separate window beside it. My God. Never could I have imagined that any individual would have a toy collection that was that vast.

I miss the Linda who would let me tie her up, who would beg me to spank her, who would do filthy, degrading things just to please me. So, I've resorted to more drastic measures. I've been secretly reading erotic stories online, watching kinky videos, trying to spark some inspiration. And that's when I stumbled upon the idea of consensual non-consent. The thought of Linda fighting me, struggling against my advances, only to give in and beg for more... it made my cock twitch with anticipation.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

I clamped a hand over my nose, trying to filter out the foul air. Snapping on my phone's flashlight, I began to scan the darkness for clues. The first room I entered was a graveyard of old paperwork, stacks of documents rotting on the floor. One particular folder caught my eye: a merger file. Half of it had been shredded and chewed through by rats, but Mr. Roberts’ name was still boldly visible on the cover. "What the hell?" I thought I flipped through the ruined pages. The legal jargon didn't make much sense to me in the dark, but I stuffed it into my jacket anyway.