Secret Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

"I... wasn't thinking anything strange! I was just anticipating it, because usually men—" "So, in your mind, I'm a bad boy?" With a mischievous smile, Brandon pressed his body against hers, holding the zipper of her dress. "So, do you want to take it off yourself, or should I?" Belinda pushed her husband away nimbly. "See, I knew it, that handsome guy's main asset is sleeping with women!" “Me? How dare you say that your own lecturer likes sleeping with girls!” “Just wait and see after I shower!”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

Brandy immediately covered me, holding out a tissue as I dabbed my eyes. “Sorry, it’s the hormones” I said, laughing and still tearing up and then I froze, eyes wide. Our eyes locked then mine widened even more as I realized she hadn’t caught on but from my shock, she realized what I meant. I watched the happiness bloom. “Bestie’s secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she quickly hooked hers. “No one knows, I haven’t even told my parents, we plan to tell everyone after we know the sex next week. Please don’t say anything, not even to your husband,”

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

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♡