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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♡

"Waaaa help rape, rape... help meeee!!!" Hey Ken, we haven't even started yet. I mean, I haven't started yet. "Hey, be quiet, you're making me feel guilty, hubby. It's not called rape, it's your honeymoon." I held his hand, because he was struggling. Tsk, stop whining hubby if you don't want to die, die of pleasure hehe it's not just a joke. "Are you crazy, I don't want a honeymoon shutangina you Trix!!"

All these while Genna sat finger fucking herself. "Ahh.. fuck. Fuck yes." Reid cock stretched my walls making a friction. Thick veins dragged along my sensitive flesh with every slow push, the heat of him spreading deeper until I was shaking. My asshole gapped and I knew Dylan was already inside me. Thick, Long and it filled me up instantly. The stretch burned in the best way, that full, heavy pressure forcing my body to open wider around both of them at once.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

The stairs were a blur of motion and friction, his boots thudding on the wood while I clung to him, my moans turning into animalistic whimpers. He carried me all the way to his room, a place I had never been allowed to enter. It smelled of leather, heavy tobacco, and him. He kicked the door shut and finally pulled out of me, the wet sound of his exit making me whimper as I hit the floor. He stripped himself naked, his powerful, tattooed body a roadmap of violence and desire. He sat heavily on the leather sofa, his thick cock already hardening again, twitching against his stomach. "Come here, Blaire," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that Richard couldn't match. "Sit on it

he said with a smirk, handing me all the money he promised. He pushed me out onto the sidewalk naked, cum still glistening on my skin, shorts and top tossed after me. I stood there stunned, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, as the van sped. That was the wildest, steamiest thing I’d ever done and part of me already wanted to do it again.

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…”

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."