Dirty Taboo Stories Novels & Stories

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

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♡

Marcus would grunt, slamming into me from behind as Leo made me suck him clean. “Repeat after me: I’m a nasty cum-slut who lives for cock.” I’d whimper it back, my body betraying me with slick heat even as they treated me like dirt. They pissed on me once, laughing as it soaked my skin, calling me their dirty toilet. Every time, I’d leave bruised, leaking their seed, hating how much I craved the next degradation. College was supposed to be my escape. I met Sammy, he was sweet and normal, who treated me like a girlfriend, not a toy. We had vanilla sex, gentle kisses but it felt empty.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Memories she had buried for years started resurfacing, hot, shameful memories from when they were teenagers. Back then, their parents worked long hours. The nanny would leave them alone with her phone, and the two sisters would huddle under the blankets, watching forbidden p**n together. At first it was just curiosity. Then it became something more. They touched each other soft, clumsy fingers exploring each other’s young, smooth pussies while moaning actresses got railed on screen. Elena remembered how wet Sophia always got, how she would whimper and grind against her older sister’s hand until she trembled with her first real orgasms. They never spoke about it after they grew up. It became

He stayed inside, grinding slow, pushing it deeper. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, watched his cum leak from my hole, then pushed back in and started fucking me again. Round two. Harder. Filthier. "Look at that sloppy hole," he said, voice rough. "Leaking my cum while I fuck you. Such a dirty boy." "Damien…oh god…" I was oversensitive, every thrust making me shake, but I couldn't stop moaning his name. He edged me this time, slowing down when I got close, keeping me on that edge for what felt like forever while he bred me again. By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him.

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

WHAP! Andrew stumbled back, hand flying to his cheek. He was still in his school uniform. "You fool!" Maximilian's voice shook the walls. Andrew didn't answer. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it would crack. "You got a girl pregnant?!" Maximilian roared. "A TEENAGER! You think money fixes everything?" From the corner of the library, Alex sat quietly. Watching. "You are a disgrace to this family!" Margaret rushed in, grabbing Maximilian's arm.

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.