Sex Story Read Novels & Stories

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.

But, if you don't care about decency and morality and you just want the steamy, hot and memorable sex scenes with plot twists and conflicts then read on, sit tight and enjoy the ride. Xoxo, readers.

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I could just pretend she wasn’t my stepsister. Just another hot pornstar. I tapped on one of her most recent videos. The second her pretty, pink pussy filled the screen, my cock jerked hard in my pants. She was on her back, legs spread wide, teasing her swollen clit with her fingers before sliding a thick pink dildo deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to resist anymore. I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"

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♡