Little Secrets Book Review Novels & Stories

“I’m usually in charge, but that would depend on which item you’re interested in. I could hook you up with the supplier, and maybe they can give you a discounted price.” Rebecca beamed at Jolene, and listed the staple among a list of items she pretended to be interested in. Jolene jotted them all down with extreme professionalism. They chatted for a little while more, with Rebecca doing the prompting and Jolene giving her one-lined answers. From their small talk, Rebecca gathered that the secretary was extremely loyal to William. They’d probably chatted for a good fifteen minutes when John and his colleague came out. “That was fast,” Rebecca said.

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♡

“It's good to have you back, Susan. I have missed you a lot.” “Did you miss me too?” Do I expect the keys to answer that question? Quietly, I stood up only to hear a terrifying voice behind me. “I knew you were going to come back. Damn! You're so predictable,” The return of the monster, Paul. He outsmarted me again. He intentionally kept the keys where my eyes could find them because he knew I would return. And I did! I returned to the belly of the whale where I needed a bit of luck and a hard fight to escape from previously.

I don’t even know how long we stood there. Not talking. Just… breathing. For the first time that morning, I didn’t feel like I was being watched. Before Lunch – Same Day He found me again. Just before lunch. I was closing my locker, and there he was, already. He stole my books from my hands. I hadn’t even seen him coming. “You don’t have to—” I started. He raised one brow, like, Really? We’re doing this again? I shut up. We started walking. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. Just kept beside me, hands in his pockets now that I had the books.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Each withdrawal left me empty and aching, and each thrust forward filled me so perfectly I saw stars. The washing machine vibrated beneath my palms, adding a low buzz that traveled straight to my clit. His hand slid around to find it anyway—rubbing firm, steady circles while he fucked me from behind. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Being bent over in your own house, taking your father-in-law’s cock while your husband showers upstairs.” I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Say it.” “I love it,” I gasped. “I love your cock… I love being your dirty little secret…”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

Ezra says. Ezra is seducing, and I know it, but I like it. I can feel the wetness dripping from between my legs as Ezra whispers his words in my ear. "If we are being honest, Ezra. I think you want me more than you will admit," I say.

Anything. Her fingers grasped a small, forgotten journal. She threw it across the room, the pages fluttering like wounded birds. Moments after she threw it, a forgotten memory resurfaced, and her head snapped to where the book landed–just in front of the door. She rushed to pick it up as a fresh wave of memories crashed down upon her. Her fingers slowly grazed over the cover, nostalgia settling in. A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book.