Every Secret Thing Novels & Stories

As I stepped out of the elevator, my mood was great, and the stress from the earlier meeting somehow disappeared. My secretary greeted me, “Sir, someone sent you a gift. I placed it inside.” A gift? I wonder who it's from. I nodded and went straight to my office. Upon entering, I immediately saw the gift my secretary mentioned – a black box with a red ribbon on top. I furrowed my brows, wondering who could have sent it. I approached my desk and took the box. There was no indication of the sender. I examined it closely before opening. “Sh*t!” I dropped the box and took a step back as soon as I saw its what inside.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

Moonlight filtered through branches in silver shards. “I know,” he said without preamble. “I’ve known since the park. The way you look at each other. The way you move around each other like you’re scared someone will notice how much you want to touch. It’s obvious, Alex. And it’s fucked up.” “Max—” “Tell them.” His voice cracked. “Tell your dad. Tell Lisa. Before someone else figures it out and it explodes. I’m not going to be the one who keeps this secret for you forever. It’s eating me alive.”

Secret desires are those things we deny ourselves, perhaps because we think it’s not something we should do because, in some kind of way, we feel it’s wrong. Or possibly bad because it just feels so good. Or could we feel it’s someone we didn't think we should be with because of their background or lifestyle?

It came in the form of an unexpected letter, delivered to our doorstep one sunny afternoon. Curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened the envelope, my heart quickening with anticipation. Inside, I found a single sheet of paper, its contents written in elegant script. The words that greeted me sent a chill down my spine. "Anna, I know your secret. The truth you've hidden from Victor. If you want to protect everything you hold dear, meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at midnight. Come alone." The words hung in the air, their weight heavy on my heart. A secret? What could this mysterious sender possibly know? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the las

For that reason he had consented to allow George to be addressed. Be that as it may, regardless of whether George was the killer actually stayed unanswered until further notice. It was very run of the mill that the more one attempted to conceal something, the more one uncovered. In the wake of hearing his father's words, George began conversing with a dismal face. After he was finished talking, Robert had an odd appearance all over. Concerning Selina and Luke, they traded looks, both sending changed messages with their eyes. Luke detected from Selina's eyes that she was thinking something in accordance with, "Do you actually guarantee that the children in your school aren't exactly wild?"

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.

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♡

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.