Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

1 IVY’S POV Nobody tells you the truth these days, but I will. You better thank me afterwards. Apartments with cheap rent always come with hidden fees. It could be anything — rats in the ceiling, a pipe leakage that can never get fixed, ghosts in the attic… anything. Mine came in the form of walls so thin they might as well have been made of tissue paper. My name is Ivy and I'm twenty-five. I just moved out of my parents’ house having lived with them for six months, after my boyfriend of five years disappeared with my life savings and most of my emotional stability.

I look at Polly. "Go ahead and see what you can find," I squeeze Liam's hand. Polly closes her eyes and starts chanting. I feel warm all over and look at Liam. His eyes are wide as he stares at me. "It's strange, but I can feel what you're feeling, almost as though I'm absorbing it from where you're touching me." He says softly. When Polly stops chanting, we both turn toward her. "What did you find?" I ask her anxiously. "He's one of the rarest beings of all. He's a caladrius." She says, looking at Liam.

I was here because I belonged here. I was like a mouse willingly falling in love with a cat. As Caspian entered me, all else faded away, and I understood that I never wanted to leave this cage. I screamed his name, not in terror, but in a frantic, beautiful worship. I was ruined and broken, and yet I had never been happier.

the air around his thickening with our sounds the rhythm of our bodies moving together I felt my body shaking and my release came in waves it was sudden my heads tipping against the shelf a moan escaping my mouth before he kissed me ….he came soon after a groan buried deep into his throat as he buried himself deep one last time. We stayed there like that ….his dick still buried deep inside me until reality slowly crept him….and the sound of the library keys jolting me back to reality that I just had crazy wild sex with a stranger in a library ….I didn't know what to say or how to feel…..

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

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♡

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

The next moment, my body was slammed against the side of the black SUV, cheeks pressed into the tinted glass and his breath grazing the back of my neck. “You think this is a game princess?” He growled, his voice dangerously low enough that only I could hear. It was sharp enough to make all my bravado come crumbling down. The valet stand was just a few feet away, with guests walking out of the gala in tuxedos and tight gowns, all of them oblivious. Adrian’s gloved hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it back so hard my lips parted as I gasped. I felt every inch of his body against mine, hard muscle and bubbling rage wrapped in a suit.

Corruptible. Now I crave control. But the filthy truth is I love being controlled too. Bisexuality was my ticket into both worlds. With men I get to hand my leash over and take. With women, I keep the leash wrapped around my wrist and pull until they’re begging. Cassie… she’s both temptation and memory. The younger version of me I’ll never get back and the toy I want to keep breaking open. Stan’s already gone for work and my stay here is officially over. For now. I should be zipping up my bag and texting a ride, instead I’m moving in slow motion, folding and refolding a shirt because the thought of not seeing Cassie again so soon knots my gut.

I growled madly. So he immediately did as I said until he inserted a finger to make me feel so delicious. "Oooohhhh ughhhh aaaahhhh!" Author note: hello all, I hope I made you happy with my writing. Sorry if there are any mistakes in the English, thank you very much for following my story. Love: Inday Stories