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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♡

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

“I don’t want you to stop.” Something dark and relieved flashed in both their eyes. Daniel lifted her onto the counter in one smooth motion. Rebecca pulled the sleep shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Then both of their mouths were on her—Daniel at her throat, her collarbone, lower; Rebecca sucking one nipple into her mouth, hot and wet, while her fingers rubbed and pinched the other. Sienna’s head fell back, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it. Daniel’s hand slid down her stomach and into her sleep shorts. He found her bare, already slick. Two thick fingers stroked through her pussy slowly, spreading the wetness, before pushing inside her.

Daniel was already watching me from the doorway of the kitchen. I set my coffee down. He crossed the room, backed me against the counter, and kissed me slow at first—like he was giving me one last chance to change my mind. I didn’t. My hands slid under his shirt. His fingers found the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down over my hips. I stepped out of them without breaking the kiss.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels. “On your back. Legs spread wide,” she commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back on a wide padded bench, spreading my thighs like a total slut. My shaved, soaked pussy was on full display, swollen and dripping. Lena took off her jeans completely, revealing the thick strap-on harness. Then she pulled something from her pocket — a long silk scarf. “Hands above your head,” she said. I raised my arms and she tied my wrists tightly together, then secured them to a metal bar above the bench. I was completely helpless now, tied up and naked for my best f

CHAPTER 1 Detective Kane Ryder stood over the blood-soaked king-sized bed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. The wealthy tech mogul Victor Lang lay naked, wrists and ankles tied to the four posts with silk ropes. A silver ice pick was buried deep in his throat. Thick, dryed cum splattered across his chest like a final insult. “Goddamn mess,” Kane muttered, his deep voice rough from too many cigarettes and not enough sleep. Detective Lena Cruz crouched beside the body, gloves on. “Neighbors said they saw a tall blonde leaving around two in the morning. Veronica Voss. That erotic novelist everyone’s talking about, looks like she was the last one here.”

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.