Erotic Stoey Novels & Stories

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♡

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit. "Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock." Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

Erica replied between moans as she started getting closer to cumming, having absolutely no idea anything like that would happen that day. “Oooooohhh....” Ed said as he came again before he pulled out of Erica and sat back on Darla’s chair before both of the sexy woman sat on his lap, “I can’t fuck anymore right now. My abs are burnin’ and I’m outta man sauce.” “Man sauce?! Haha!!” Erica exclaimed before her and Darla busted out into laughter and smiled back at him.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

I feel like I might die if he ever stops touching me now. His mouth delves into my pussy, stretching it with his tongue. I never even had my fingers inside myself, and now this man is about to take it all for himself. He’s holding me in place with just one arm, and I see that his other arm is moving. He’s stroking himself while eating me out. I wiggle over his face. I need more. I want more. “Is there something you want to ask Daddy?” he growls. “No,” I squeak.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

Had there ever been a woman more perfect? Wanting to be a part of the unfolding decadence, Stu spread her cheeks, exposing her to his gaze. She was so ready. The cream of her arousal glistened on her tender flesh, and as he stared, she wiggled in clear invitation. His cock, thicker and longer than he'd ever imagined, strained and pulsed. Stu slapped the fat head of it off her clit. She arched and cried out, losing, for a moment, her bobbing rhythm. Stu tapped her cleft again with his dick, but this time when she bucked, he rammed his cock into her channel, lightning quick. Just as rapidly, he withdrew it and smacked her swollen nub again.