Mature Audience Novels & Stories

"Already done. The other one discovered friends on the dance floor. " For a moment the three looked over at the all-too-familiar spectacle. It was coughed when stepped on and parts of the face frowned. It was like a car accident. You didn't want to look, but you couldn't look away either. When the scene slipped into the 'Over 18' section, however, everyone turned around as if on command. There was another moment when no one said anything, but finally they turned back to the pack below.

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♡

I was in a meeting discussing one of the company's projects for next year. “Our market research proved that people from the age sixteen get so curious that they ignore the “18+” rating we slammed on it and…” he tried to say. However, I wasn't satisfied. “That means there is a problem somewhere!” I exclaimed. “It shouldn't be like that. If they are not the target audience, they shouldn't be watching.” There was silence, right up until one of the directors spoke up. “But it's been like this from the onset. It's not a new thing and for people like us, it's not our duty to heal the rotten world. Even if we wanted to, how could we?” The director asked.

That was where he felt closest to God—when he was being ruined. Rum snorted softly as the chalice passed down the line. Wine. Shared among sinners pretending they weren’t all jerking off to the choir girls or séxting someone during the sermon. He took the goblet like a good boy, brought it to his lips, and looked directly at the pastor. The Pastor gave a polite nod. Cold. Controlled. Rum smiled like the devil and took a slow, obscene sip. He was twenty now. Grown. Legal. Dangerous.

Mackenzie answered. "So you're the handsome gentleman who did the good deed for the girls," the mother said by way of introduction. "It was my pleasure entirely. They're charming young women. I don't know which was more pleasant, the flight or the ride." "Now who's the charmer?" She smiled a smile I've learned to recognize. With not too much effort, I could have got myself invited in, and then who could say what would happen? I knew what would happen, at least tonight. Nothing. I'm not Superman. After two spectacular orgasms in two exquisite mouths, I was done for. If Natalie Portman and Emilia Clarke (or pick your favorites)

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

=Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of nudity and sex. It is intended for mature audiences (18+). If you're uncomfortable with this type of content, feel free to skip — it won't affect your understanding of the main story.= The television buzzed in the dark room, voices swelling and dipping, but Ashley wasn't listening. She should have loved this program, but her thoughts were restless, scattered. She sat upright on the couch with her knees squeezed tightly together, a little too rigid to be comfortable. A few short lengths away Nathan sat, his head on his hand, eyes trained on the screen but not really

The moment the door clicked open, the killer rushed in with the chainsaw. Although the retired officer reacted quickly and fought the killer, his age began to show. Slowly, he started to lose the upper hand. I frantically searched around for anything I could use to defend myself, but found nothing. Soon, the officer collapsed, and the killer turned his gaze toward me. Despair washed over me as I shut my eyes. The next second, a sharp pain hit, and my consciousness faded. The live comments appeared like falling snow. "Oh no, she's dead… The hero will only see her dead body when he arrives. That's so sad!"

“C'mon, it can't be that bad. That's just a place for people with insatiable appetites,“ “Did I say that out loud?“ I asked, wondering if my thoughts had been heard. “Nah, it's all over your face. You feel disgusted,“ His eyes trailed over me, “You ain't exactly prudish, so I'm guessing you ain't a fan of PDA?“ “I'm not a fan of porn, especially one as dark as what I'd just witnessed,“ “Well, I beg to differ,“ He chuckled. ”It's a hard world, lady. Most of us get random, stubborn boners. We need a place like this to ease off,“ “But there were teenagers back there…" “Over 18, I assure you.“ “Still doesn't make it feel right!“ “In all honesty, I've never heard that sexual urges respect ages. Y

⚠️ Content Warning: 21+ Mature Themes This story contains explicit sexual content, religious taboo, dominant/submissive dynamics, BDSM (including discipline and consensual non-consent), and psychological tension. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for adult audiences only. “You shouldn’t be here after hours.” The chapel was dim…candlelit. Quiet as breath. The old stone walls held the secrets of centuries, echoing soft prayers and sin alike. And she was standing there. Again.