Sex Stories Website 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♡

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

Emily replied, and Rayden immediately complied. Then Russell continued their earlier conversation, relieved that Rayden had left them alone. "Em, one of the operators of that paid adult website is Henry Crawford. They sell videos of sexual violence against women that may seem inhumane. I hope you can handle seeing it later. At least as a prosecutor, you can request that the site be investigated by the Ministry of Women and Children's Welfare. The issue of pornography isn't a problem for a liberal country like the US!" Rayden returned from his car carrying his laptop and sat down next to Emily's chair. "Okay, give me the website address," he said, reaching out his hand to Emily, then quickly

"Fix bad sex in marriage." Many links came up. Some were videos. Some were books. But one caught her eye. It was an ad for the Institute of Sensual Arts. "Private 30-day program. Unlock your pleasure. Professional trainers. Discreet." Rebecca clicked on it. The website looked clean and expensive. It promised results. Real transformation. Women who went there learned to enjoy their bodies. They learned to drive their partners wild. "This could work," she whispered. "I can become the wife he wants. Then he will stay."

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

“Tell Rex I’m not interested in being another notch on his bedpost. You two are unbelievable. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. “We think about money too. And right now, money and sex can go hand in hand.” Lila finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about?” Jade pulled out her phone and slid it across the table. “There’s this website. It’s… discreet. Girls auction off their first time. Serious buyers. Serious money. Some of these girls are walking away with five figures for one night.” Lila stared at the screen. The site was sleek, professional-looking, with blurred photos and blurred profiles. The bids on the

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

The image of Cassandra's breasts still tightly wrapped in a black bra made Alexander's passion heat up. "Damn, I'd better order a courtesan to accompany me tonight. With Williams' unlimited wealth, the price of a naughty woman is like a speck of dust to me." Alexander smiled happily thinking about his life which would be filled with wealth if he managed to own Williams Corps shares. "Hello, room service. I would like to order an escort." "You have to be beautiful, sexy, twenty-five years old or under. As for race, skin color, whatever. I am interested in any race as long as it meets the criteria I mentioned earlier."

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.