First Time Erotic Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 yes Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes, that includes you too. Anyway, getting off track here. So as I was saying, I'm an erotic romance writer (yes that's a category), which means that it's not all about just sex, sex and more sex, contrary to popular beliefs, erotica’s have story lines too. And it does not include sleeping with every XY-gene on sight. But like I said before, I am severely lagging in experience and to cover for that, I watch a hell lot of porn and read thousands erotic novels. To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement.

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

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' I asked, softly. 'It's better than good.' So I started fucking Sandra for the first time, with long, languid stokes, enjoying the sensation of sex after so many months of celibacy, thrilled that I was making love to a mature lady with such a wonderful body. I leaned down and kissed her and nuzzled her neck and cheeks and ears and Sandra responded by hooking her calves over the back of my legs and giving little thrusts of her hips to match my longer thrusts. And I felt her arms around my neck, her hands splayed on my shoulder blades, her fingernails digging into my skin.

When I got to him, I stood over him on the bed, turned around, and gently squatted over his face. "I said..", he trailed off. "Sit", he added as his hands brought me down to his face. "Fuck", I shivered. His tongue had already begun to tease my clit, it circled round and round making a low pressure build up in my belly. I took his hard throbbing cock in my hands, and took it in my mouth. It tasted like ice cream on a hot summer day, it felt like taking water when you've been parched. I mean, the taste of his cock was so erotic. I could feel myself drip even more.

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Taking advantage of that brief distraction, Ryan straightened his hips and pushed forward in one firm thrust, breaking through her hymen completely. Emily cried out sharply. It felt like her body was being split open. She instinctively tried to curl up, but Ryan held her legs open. He immediately stopped moving and leaned down, kissing her neck gently while continuing to rub her clit and breasts. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered soothingly. “It always hurts the first time. Just hold on a little longer and it’ll start to feel better.” As the sharp pain slowly faded, a faint thread of pleasure began to rise. Emily looked up at Ryan. His neck was corded with bulging veins, sweat dripped down his

he groaned, rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles. Emily whimpered, hips rocking instinctively. Alex kissed her deeply while Jordan slid her panties aside and pushed one thick finger inside her tight heat. The stretch was new, intense, but so good. Soon a second finger joined, curling against that sensitive spot inside her while Alex continued worshipping her breasts. She came hard and fast, crying out into the night as pleasure crashed over her for the first time at someone else’s hands. Her body shook between them. But they weren’t done.

he rasped, his voice a growl, and the sound of our skin meeting filled the room, the scent of us thick in the air. I knew Alex could walk in at any moment, and somehow, the thought only made me grow wetter. “Say it,” he repeated, his hand wrapping around my throat. It was the first time he’d truly touched me, and my pulse jumped beneath his fingers. He hit that spot again, teasing me, once, then pulled back just enough to keep me hanging, the pleasure building but never breaking. My body trembled, thighs shaking, every nerve screaming for release that he refused to give.