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“Did you receive my letters?” He nodded. “Yes, I did but I was too busy to reply. Forgive me.” I scoffed and stepped backwards from him, tears filling my eyes. “You say you love me but you don’t even tell me when you’re leaving and you don’t reply to my letters. I have been horny for fourteen days, Eric. Crazily horny. I touch myself every night in the dark while thinking about you. I have these wild fantasies that I fight so hard not to have, but I can’t stop because my husband is not here.”

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♡

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

My walls were clenching, my body trembling, my orgasm building higher and higher. "She's close," Jade said. "I can feel her pussy squeezing. She's about to cum all over my cock." "Not yet," Marcus growled. "She doesn't cum until we say so." I whimpered, trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tear through me. It was almost impossible. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Every slap on my ass made my pussy clench harder. "Please," I gasped when Marcus pulled back to let me breathe. "Please let me cum."

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Jesse’s cock rubbed against the mattress, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through his nerves. “I'm gonna fill you up,” Marcus growled. “You hear me, and you're gonna take it like the slut you are.” “Yes,” Jesse gasped. “Give it to me, Marcus—” Marcus came with a grunt, hips jerking as he spilled hot cum inside Jesse in thick pulses that made Jesse moan at the stretch and the warmth. Then Marcus reached around and stroked Jesse’s cock with his strong, sticky fingers from the peach syrup until Jesse came again. It was messy, loud, and he convulsed in pleasure beneath him.

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