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she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

"But sex with him is so fucking boring. He just sticks it in me, cums within a minute, then rolls over and starts snoring. I can't carry on like this." "I have a suggestion, love, which has to be better than a messy affair," her mother said. "My friend Mandy mentioned a sex therapist called Scott Baker. Now, she's not a client. But she had a one night stand with him recently, and says he is absolutely fantastic. The best sex teacher ever, she says. Saved her marriage, she reckons. "This Mr. Baker is fully qualified, has his own premises, and a website. Shall we have a look at his website now, my love, and you can see what you think?"

I had considered myself a saint until recently. I was actually an author. I wrote dystopian fiction and romances, generally but I couldn’t be called a wildly successful author. My books didn’t have movies made on them and I had enough money to live a comfortable life. But I was at a point in my career where my editor felt, I should be aspiring to more. The couples need to be sexier and the writing easy to sell to millions.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

My editor calls at nine in the morning while I’m standing in the kitchen in Rhys’s shirt and nothing else, which is relevant because the conversation she wants to have is about whether my sex scenes are explicit enough and I’m having it while my husband’s cum is still drying on my inner thigh from the shower twenty minutes ago. The irony of being told my writing lacks heat while my body is still cooling from the source material is the kind of thing I would laugh about if the woman on the phone weren’t deadly serious.

I sputtered and goggled at her. “If Grandmawas here, she’d probably tell me to get do an in interview with her and publish it in the paper. Besides, I haven’t even had sex. How could I write about it? How does sex pertain to anything that would be relevant in the university paper?” “She’s right,” Cheryl nodded too, her eyes taking on the same faraway look. “You could bill it as part of sex education, or isn’t there a class on human sexuality in one of the departments? Psychology or something?”

He felt too good and I’d wonderd if it was because I had been sex starved or Cole was just terrible at it. Cole touched me like I was a burden, a task he wasn’t excited doing or sometimes a quick fix for his hunger and needs. He never saw me as a wolf worthy of his love and attention and he wouldn’t waste it on me. It always seemed like this in movies after they have sex. The woman on the bed looking uncontrollably lost and helplessly beautiful after being ruined in a good way. I wondered if I was glowing with messy sex hair too. It was dangerous being in bed with Xavier and having sex with him continuously wouldn’t be the best.

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♡

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

She started paying attention to his voice behind his words, “If you're in a long-term partnership, bringing in some novelty is key, when it comes to achieving a sex life that sustains the same thrill as when you first got together. One way to make you feel better in bed is by knowing which positions work for you – and so which to instigate.” Roth was more serious than usual, she observed. She had been a devoted listener to the radio show for years, and never had Roth’s voice sounded so monotonous. Tristan was right, she admitted inwardly, something was off about the sex doctor that day. x - x - x Tristan turned to face Oliver, his face going white as if he had just been caught in a crime. Th