Stealthy Stories Novels & Stories

Themes: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Strangers Mia swiped the keycard and pushed open the door to her hotel room. After a grueling 12-hour flight and a tedious business conference, all she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. She wheeled her suitcase inside and surveyed the spacious corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows. The evening skyline twinkled with the lights of surrounding buildings. "At least this trip has some perks," she murmured, kicking off her heels and shrugging out of her blazer.

The rain lashed the leaded windows of Blackthorn Manor like it wanted inside. Elara had come for the architecture, centuries-old stone, gargoyles dripping water, the kind of place that made ghost stories feel plausible. She was twenty-nine, alone, a freelance photographer chasing decay and beauty for a coffee-table book no one would buy. The caretaker had let her in after hours with a knowing smile and a single brass key.

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

* "Maybe we could... um, use protection? To minimize the risk?" *A mischievous glint sparks in Stefanie's ocean-blue eyes as she listens to Y/N's concerns.* "Of course, dear," *she purrs, standing up and sauntering towards the bedroom closet.* "We wouldn't want our little secret to get out now, would we?" *Pulling out a drawer filled with lacy lingerie, she selects a pair of black lace thong panties and matching bralette, holding them up provocatively for Y/N to see.* "These should do the trick nicely," *she suggests, biting her lip seductively.*

But that was muсh better than almоst suffосating. What did the оld landlady, whо had warned her tо sleep оnly with the windоw сlоsed? Оtherwise, mоnsters соuld enter the rооm, she had mysteriоusly whispered. Pah! Thоse were just superstitiоus fairy tales, ghоst stоries fоr yоung сhildren.

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?

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Me. Beneath my white-knuckled hand, the steering wheel creaks. "Go on now, girl. Get. I'll wait here until you're inside." Hurt flashes in her eyes and I call myself a bastard ten times. "But...don't you want to come inside?" "Can't. I'm going on a hunting trip in the morning." Her lower lip pushes out. "Where?" "Long Shadow." She absorbs that. "What if there are robbers?"

"I guess... but it feels dirty. Not the fun kind of dirty. The 'I need to be bleached' kind of dirty." "Honey, you were playing with fire," Lauren said softly. "But at least now you know the truth. William was cheating on you for years. He's a liar, and his father is a shark. You need to stay away from that whole family. They're predators." "I know," I sighed. "I'm done. I'm officially retiring from the Vanderbilt fan club. No more stalking, no more office visits, and definitely no more 'Daddy' talk." "Good," Lauren smiled. "Now, let's go get that ice cream and—"