Nsfw Short Novels & Stories

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♡

Over the years, Lisa had become so dependent on Dad that she was incapable of working to feed herself. Meanwhile, Jennifer needed tens of thousands of dollars to pay for her hospital bill. Left with no choice, Lisa had gone to beg her old flames for money. She'd ruined many marriages in her youth with her beauty. Now that she'd hit rock bottom, she was mocked and insulted before being able to ask for help. Ultimately, she was almost taken away by human traffickers after failing to get money from her old flames.

she snapped. "Really? Someone has to?" Summer asked her. "I deserve an explanation as to why my boyfriend is with the new girl," Brittany said. "And you chose to play out a cliché cafeteria scene?” I couldn't help but blurt it out. ”Excuse me?” she said slowly. “You’re excused,“ Six said, looking at his phone. “You don't get to do that to me, Six. We haven’t spoken in two weeks now!” she informed. “I don’t think you grasp the meaning of the words; you’re excused,” he replied. Still not looking at her.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

The way he looks at me makes my pulse race. He stands up to remove his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. When he pulls them down and I see what springs free, my eyes widen. Maybe Martina is right because this warrior is ready for battle. Can I touch it and play with it? When he moves closer to me, I reach out to stroke him. He moans as he slides his hand between my legs and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. Fuck. I'm ready to burst, and we haven't even gotten to the good part. I may not be in heat, but I'm definitely not coming out of this room any time soon.

“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you, baby? That virgin cock hard in your shorts while you tried to focus on anything else.” He nodded, his cheeks flushed. The front of his shorts was already tented, a small wet spot forming where his tip leaked. I stepped closer, pressing my bare breasts against his chest as I tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and throbbing, the head shiny with fresh pre-cum.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

“Not really…” But when he offered $200 just to lift my top and show my tits, the temptation hit hard. I bit my lip, glanced at the camera, and slowly pulled my crop top up. My perky C-cups spilled out, nipples already hardening in the cold air. “Like this?” I whispered, feeling a strange rush between my legs. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he said, voice dropping. Another $300 if I took the shorts off. My heart was pounding as I stood up in the moving van, shimmying out of my tight shorts and thong.

I felt another latch onto my throbbing clit, sucking hard and I arched my back trying my best to keep the moans down. I felt another one crawl up to my breast, the slime making it all slippery. Before I could think, it latched onto my nipple sucking and I felt the one between my legs increase its pace. I tried to stay silent, but a broken moan escaped anyway. “I’ve barely started. What a worthless, easy little whore you are, Sophia. Your friends are calling your name and here you are squirting for tentacles like a brainless fucktoy.” His words seemed to make me even wetter and I groaned, unable to take it anymore. I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but thei

“Fifteen… Sixteen…” My voice cracked on seventeen. The heat on my ass was intense, but the ache between my legs was worse. Every smack made my clit throb. I was dripping. The fantasy played in my head — his hand sliding higher, discovering how wet I was. I pushed the thought away, but it kept coming back. “Eighteen.” “Nineteen.” The last one was the hardest. I cried out, my whole body tensing. “Twenty!”