Emily Ahern Sex Novels & Stories

“Oh, really? I thought the rumors were true too. I mean, you’re handsome, rich, and girls are always throwing themselves at you. But if you say you haven’t slept with them, I believe you. That sounds very Alex.” I couldn’t stay quiet. My emotions were too raw. “So… you’ve never slept with any of them? But… one of the girls in my dorm said she slept with you. And it wasn’t just one person who said it.” Alex leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. “People say a lot of things, Emily. Doesn’t make them true.” The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. I looked away, focusing on my food again.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, tangled together. Reality slowly seeped back in, bringing with it a dawning sense of... what? Shame? Regret? No. As I raised my head to look at him, I felt only a bone-deep satisfaction and a strange sense of power. I, Emilia Thatcher, perpetual wallflower, had just had mind-blowing sex with a mysterious stranger in a club restroom. And to laugh at it more, the men's. Take that, Mary.

"I haven't been fucked like that since... well, ever." Sophia squealed, drawing curious glances from nearby patrons. Emily felt a flush creep up her neck, but she couldn't bring herself to care. For once, she was living in the moment, Ryan and all his bullshit be damned. "Details, woman!" Sophia demanded, eyes sparkling with intrigue. "I need to live vicariously through your sex life." Emily grinned, memories of Lucas' touch sending shivers down her spine. "Let's just say he knows exactly what he's doing with those hands of his. And that tongue..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

Emily shook her head, I'm still a virgin, "she repeated bluntly. Olivia should have paid me more, ' mumbled to herself. "Haven't you ever been on date?" got off bed, walked over to Emily who was still sitting on the painting chair. Emily shrugged, " I'm busy making money, dealing with men will just be a waste of time," she let out starting to feel more relaxed. Gabriel bounced, "So I will be the first to have sex with you?" he muttered more to himself. Emily didn't answer, she was busy calming herself by taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "Do you want some wine?" offered Gabriel, his bare feet slapped towaeds the minibar located in the corner of the room. " Yeah," that sounds good, "E

My hand on his arm, faces too close. Emily’s smile was pure satisfaction. Her source had been worth every dollar. She pulled out her phone and snapped a clean picture of the photo spread. Added a caption before sending it to an anonymous account that specialised in scandal leaks: “The devoted wife of billionaire Gabriel Grayson was caught meeting another man in secret. Sources say the affair began long before the memory loss…” She hit send. Her heart thrummed, wild and alive. It would only take hours for it to spread—just long enough for Gabriel to see it before I could explain.

“Yes. He showed me photos, Emilia – “ she choked on her words, unable to continue. “What kind of photos?” “Explicit photos of me with… with my lovers. Photos and videos that were filmed with long-range lenses. There’s no way I can even deny not being the one in the videos or photos.” “Wait… have you been – ?” “Yes, Emilia. I’ve been with multiple women since I promised to repent. I can’t help it. I’m into girls and Samuel is clueless when it comes to sex. I don’t know how your sister managed to carry on an affair with him.”

“That’s awful.” She shrugged. “He filed for divorce the next week. Told me he didn’t want to be married to someone who was ‘confused.’” My heart ached for her. “I’m sorry, Emily.” She waved a hand. “Don’t be. I was stupid. I thought I could explore my sexuality and keep my marriage intact. Turns out, it doesn’t work like that.” I chewed on my lip. “So… have you been with anyone since?” Emily smirked. “Oh, many, I knew how to make them ladies and the guys fall so why not, if my sexual appetite destroyed my marriage I might as well enjoy myself, no gain crying over spilled milk you know”.

“You said you have things to tell me too?” Emily grinned. “Maya and I… had sex.”

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

Even the pictures made them look more intimate and closer than they really were. A storm shadowed his face. The volcano in him was this close to erupting… "Someone plotted for this to happen, Brendan!" Emily said quickly. "I actually stayed in another hotel instead of the one you're staying in. I left with Nolan after we got you in here. So it's absurd that these people made it look like we had sex together!"