Pornographic Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and pussy clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, fuck me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest.

I wanted him to know I could get loud too. I propped my phone up on the nightstand, opened my favorite p**n app, and searched for something rough. I chose a video titled “Huge Cock Destroys Tight Pussy” with a tattooed guy who vaguely resembled Cal; tall, muscled, arrogant smirk. I hit play, turned the volume up enough to leak through the walls, and lay back against my pillows. The p**n started with the girl on her knees, gagging on that massive dick. Wet, sloppy sounds filled my room. I closed my eyes and let my hands roam.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

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♡

The sounds were a symphony of flesh—the slap of Marcus’s pelvis against her ass cheeks, the wet, rhythmic squelch of Leo’s cock moving in her soaked vagina, the sharp clap of her breasts against her own chest. Anya’s moans turned into continuous, shattered cries. The sensation was a brutal, beautiful duality. Leo in her cunt provided a deep, grinding fullness that radiated heat through her core. Marcus in her ass offered a sharper, stretching penetration that sent sparks up her spine. She could feel every detail—the curve of Leo’s cock rubbing her cervix, the smooth head of Marcus’s shaft pushing against her rectal walls. “Look at him,” Anya gasped to Leo, her eyes locked on Marcus’s face. “

"Eat my pussy, Professor. Make me cum on your tongue." He growled, plunging two fingers into my wetness, curling them to hit that spot inside. My walls clenched around him as he pumped, his mouth relentless on my clit—lick, suck, flick. Heat built fast, coiling tight in my belly. "Don't stop... oh fuck, I'm close." He added a third finger, stretching me, his tongue lashing harder. I shattered, thighs quaking, juices flooding his hand as I cried out, biting my lip to muffle the sound. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my pussy pulsing, dripping onto the desk.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.