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He looked like one of those male leads that I often described for my online horny fans who would binge my erotica novel of over fifty chapters in one night… except that I often added that they had a ten-inch dick, even though I had never even seen a five-inch one before except that of my online sex buddy. Damn… his dick had been ten inches long when he was stroking himself and cumming right in front of my camera three days ago. That scene had left my cunt aching all night, all thanks to my vibrator which had come to the rescue, and I had felt guilty for craving another man while being mated to Tristan. I felt heat pooling beneath me at the thought of how nasty my novels were. I'd write about

Heat flooded my face, but my pussy clenched around Marcus's fingers anyway. She continued. “You masturbate, right? You read dirty books while playing with your pussy in the goddamn library.” The embarrassment mixed with arousal in the most humiliating and thrilling way. Marcus slowly withdrew his hands, wiping the wetness on my thigh as he straightened himself. His voice was calm yet had this controlling aura. “This is a private matter, Miss…” “Sarah,” she interrupted, completing her own name. She stepped closer, eyes flickering between us with clear heat. “And if you want me to keep quiet about your little fuck hours, professor, you have to include me too. Fuck me, right now.”

“I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.” Mr. Collins started moving again, with slow and delibrate, deep rolls of his hips that made his thick cock hit every sensitive inch inside me. The wet, sound of my pussy sucking him in and out filled the shower. Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks.

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♡

With no other choice but to take matters into my own hands, I reached for the bedside drawer and pulled out the tube of lube. Our sex life had turned into a routine of something else or rather than passion since the kids came along. Mia was tired, I was tired, and the fire had dimmed. This morning, though, the fire was a bonfire. I squeezed the cool gel onto my hand and slowly wrapped it around my cock. I didn't just want relief; I wanted a fantasy that could burn through the boredom that I was having and my mind immediately drifted to Rose.

Sometimes it went all the way but it maked Grandma moan in both pain and pleasure. Grandma knew that catering to my sexual urges at an early age would keep me obedient and docile. I attended to my school studies without much distraction because my needs were constantly attended to at home. Even when cute schoolgirls would totally turn me on with their short skirts and budding breasts, grandma would dress up as a schoolgirl (or teacher or nurse or whatever) and tease my stiff cock until I almost lost my mind and had to almost rape her. . Over the years I have, in fact, had sex with other girls. I totally rocked their worlds. Afterward they all want to marry me but I'm already married to my gr

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I