Romans & histoires Favorite Kinky Romances

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

I could smell her shampoo, something clean and cheap. Her lips touched mine. It was tentative, closed-mouthed, clumsy. Boring. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, a tiny, shocked sound, but her lips parted. Her tongue met mine, shyly at first, then with a sudden, surprising hunger. Her hands came up, resting lightly on my shoulders. The kiss deepened, turned wet and messy. The taste of cheap vodka mixed with something uniquely her. I pulled back, breathing hard. “Not bad,” I breathed, my own pulse hammering in my ears, in my pussy. The alcohol and the darkness and the sheer wrongness of it were making me wet. “New dare. Lick my pussy.”

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

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♡

Romero smirked as something crossed his mind, he leaned in and whispered in the most seductive voice ever “Or would you be my mommy?” Aliyah's eyes widened, the thought of what he said sent a wave of sweet sensation through her body, a quick scene of her and Romero in the bedroom with her being dominant against him flashed before her eyes. Somewhere in her grew wet, her legs buckled. Romero felt his little wife grow weak against him, her face glittered bright in crimson. Oh his little wife seems kinky. “You like that, don't you?” He asked again, this time his lips slightly touched her ear, sending this cool and sweet sensation through her.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”

However, nothing moved me, not since I became obsessed with Roderick. “What about him?” I cleared my throat. “Instead of thinking about ugly old men, why don't you give him a chance. I heard he's a monster in bed.” She bit her lip deviously and I scrunched my nose. “I'll pass.” “Ugh! What is wrong with you? Why don't you like anybody? Are you gay?” “Yeah, and you're my girlfriend.” I joked and she gagged. “Please, I love dicks too much to be gay.”

The heat of his skin against mine, the raw need in his touch, the way we’d burned for each other until there was nothing left but gasps and claw marks. The desire I felt was intense, I never wanted to leave his arms. I wanted the night to never end, for us to be with each other forever. His kisses left me wanting more, I was insatiable. All my fantasies and wants were fulfilled in a night. It had been a passion so consuming it scared me. It was a new territory I couldn't afford to explore. I was still with Kyle and Thorne was a stranger, a very skillful stranger. ‎ ‎And afterward…

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul