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The room blurred into oblivion as she closed the distance herself, pressing her lips gently against his in a moment of reckless abandon. For a split second, he didn’t move, as if caught off guard. Then, a low groan escaped him, and his hand moved to her neck, tilting her head as he deepened the kiss. A low groan escaped from the back of his throat, rumbling deep into hers and a more needy sound came from hers as a response. Adrian deepened he kiss with a hunger that seemed like he was releasing months of restraint, his fingers threading into her hair, his hands roaming her face to her body.

I had to sell my lie. Blake's brows arched, his lips pressing tight. “Can you take bigger?” I shrugged. “Maybe.” A mischievous glint passed through his eyes. In one quick move, he snatched the condoms from my hand. Picking one out, he tore it open effortlessly. “Get up,” he ordered, rolling the protection over his thick erection. “Show me how you can take it.” When I didn't move, he reached for me, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. His lips collided with mine before I could protest.

he whispered, “but I don’t want it to end.” “Me neither,” I admitted, tracing patterns on his chest. A secret affair had begun dangerous, addictive, and ours. But as we lay there in the afterglow, my phone buzzed on the nightstand with a reminder for tomorrow’s scheduled shoot. New complication loomed: balancing this with my career, the constant risk of our parents finding out, and Jake already murmuring that he wanted more than just stolen nights. He wanted all of me Lara Velvet and Elara Voss. For now, in the quiet dark, we had this. The story of us, tangled and forbidden, had only just begun. But for this chapter of our lives, it was enough.

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

“I hesitated because I wasn't sure how I should answer. Yes, I’ve played before, but it’s been years, and never here. Also, never more than once with the same person. I didn't want to tell you because, well, I don’t want to hear about any partners you’ve had before me. That thought makes me want to dig a few more of those holes out in the desert. I didn't want you to feel that; there’s no reason for you to. There hasn't been anyone since I laid eyes on you, and there wasn’t for a long time before that.” Shit. I feel myself tumbling over the edge of this man, and I’m just going to let myself go. I want to reassure him too. “There is no one but you,” I tell him, and he gives me one of his rare

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 replied quietly, gently supporting his head as I buried my nose in his hair. "Because that would mean I have to be sorry that your smell intoxicated me." I chuckled lightly. "You shouldn't-" "How about you finish the story first? Leave what I should do to me." I smiled. "Well, the story ends with someone dying."

She was a woman who had found her home in the arms of a giant. The story of her innocence was over. The story of her life with Liam was just beginning. And it was going to be a story full of raw sex, deep love, and a passion that would never fade.

He’s been in and out of our house for as long as I can remember—eating our food, sleeping on our couch, treating me like I’m still just Ryan’s little sister. I am. I’m also the girl who takes her clothes off for money four nights a week. The club is called Velvet. It’s not the worst place in the city, but it’s not the best either. Dim red lights, sticky floors, the constant low thump of bass that you feel in your ribs. Men who tip better when you look them in the eye while you grind. Men who smell like cologne and want. I started eight months ago because rent went up and my student job wasn’t enough. I told myself I’d stop after one semester. I didn’t. The money was too good. The attention w

My muscles tense, I grip the wall to stop my legs from giving out as a shiver runs through me. Daddy’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Do you want me to stop fucking you, whore? You want my giant cock out of me?” “No..” the woman screams. “I love the feel of the stupid thing, now shut up and fuck me hard…” My breathing thunders. I can't help but notice the way my nipple tightens into hungry hard buds underneath the faded crop top I'm putting on. My pussy swells and throbs between my legs. I imagine getting fucked the exact way daddy is fucking the woman and before I can stop myself, I slip my hand under my skirt.