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It was a place where the so-called otaku’s go to, and they are just the right place to go crazy, She tapped his shoulders lightly before she pulled him towards the small alley, Augustine just silently followed his wife like a big child and soon they arrived inside a somewhat spacious place for a bookstore, everywhere you look, there are books. But these books are not just regular ones. They are mostly erotic and wild books that no kids should read until they are old enough. There are Manga’s, light novels, comics, novels, and DVDs on each of their respective sections. There is also a place just for stuff that is what Japanese call, hentai, ecchi or porn in English, perverted mangas or books.

His dick, already hard again, nudged against her entrance. "This is where you sign for rare books," he said, lining himself up. "Now you'll sign for this." He thrust back into her soaked channel, seating himself fully with one smooth motion. The position was deep, invasive. From here, he could see the entire library spread out before them, the rows of tables, the silent aisles. He fucked her slowly this time, with long, claiming strokes that filled her utterly. Each movement pushed her body forward on the desk, her palms slipping on the polished surface.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

The cool night air of the library brushed her cheeks, sending tremors of contrast across her flushed skin. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, voice low and thick. "Poetic little pussy-built for fucking." He pulled out halfway, then slammed into her-hard. The sound of him filling her echoed off the metal, wet, obscene. Claire's head rolled to the side, trying to catch air; she bit her lip, throat burning. Rowan leaned in close to her ear. "Her breath came in staccato whispers, wet and desperate as he drove into her..." He quoted from the book, voice husky, each line timed with his thrusts. His grip on her hips tightened, guiding every brutal pulse.

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♡

Something so primal, that I had to squeeze my hands shut, and clench my jaws. She put down her shirt and turned back to the book. “The romans were very emphatic about sex, it seems,” she traced the text as she read. I followed her hands. In latin, it read, ‘The woman and the man, in rabid lust, intwine their legs…and their parts, and in the exchange of pleasure, leave a part of themselves in each other.’ “Sounds fun,” I scoffed. “Yeah,” Raquelle breathed. “There’s even the description and everything,” she flipped the page, and revealed to us were vivid drawings of every perceivable position to exchange coitus, and what each position was likely to transfer.

I whispered in her ear then bit it a little. “Do whatever you want, Manuel! You can use my body anytime and anywhere. I can replace your wife in bed. Ugh!” She was so good at talking dirty that her words were enough for me to cum again. Her legs trembled in unison of mine and cummed too. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted more. I took both of our semen and used it as lubricant in her ass. “Have anyone fucked this beautiful ass of yours?” I asked.

Walking down the hallways of the office, you saw that most of the associates, and all of the partners, were still out to lunch, so you felt a little safer ducking into the washroom and locking the door behind you. "Fuck," you muttered to yourself, unzipping and pulling your hard cock out of your pants. You'd only been half-hard before the group text started, but the girls encouraging you to come jerk off together had pushed you to full strength. Closing your eyes, you started to stroke, but then you remembered that you didn't need to just imagine things. Soon you were looking at the pics that Gemma had sent you - particularly the one with her fingers covered in her juices, and her bare breas