The Ugly Lady Secret Pouch Novels & Stories

Out of curiosity, he left his unsuspecting friends to investigate. Once or twice Van nearly slipped. The school ground is now hard and bumpy and the grasses are dried. When he first came here, the school ground was green with grasses and he is not sure how it ended up like this. Then after nearly stepping on a dead toad, Van stops just a few paces from the girl. He tries to act casual, so he will not be accused of spying. Up close, the girl looks weirder. The black gown she wears made her looked like a Gothic fan. She had a simple, but pretty face, olive skin and a long wavy hair. She is holding something in her hand, something grey and fluffy. “A pigeon,” Van whispered. And indeed it’s a pi

She had a pleasant sleep without any dreams… When Xyla opened her eyes the following day, Stanley was no longer by her side… Recalling what he had told her the night before, she felt a little disappointed. Xyla stretched lazily before getting up. She saw over a dozen Hermes bags on the floor next to the bed when she stood up. Xyla seemed surprised by the bags that suddenly appeared. She immediately bent over and picked up one of the bags. An incomparably intricate Hermes gift box was inside the bag. After opening the gift box, Xyla saw a newly released Hermes purse that only had ten pieces of its kind in the world.

Lizzy mumbled cute obscenities as she scratched around in her bag for her phone. The phone stopped ringing as she produced it from the satchel from hell, which had to contain the The Da Vinci Code, Johnny thought as he stared at what had tumbled out. Lizzy repacked a mix of tampons, lipsticks, nail polish, carabiners, lollipops, teabags, fuzzy dice and a lucky troll keychain. “Ethan will be mad if I don’t answer,” she said as she shoved a pair of pantyhose into a front pocket.

The moment I stepped inside, I froze. The bathroom alone was almost the size of an entire bedroom. Marble floors, a large bathing pool, glowing lanterns… everything looked luxurious. I set the suitcase on the counter and opened it. Then immediately covered my face in horror. “Oh my goddess.” Inside the suitcase were several pieces of delicate lingerie. Every single piece of clothing there was Very delicate and very Very revealing. I picked one up in disbelief. “Elara is dead when I get my hands on her,” I muttered. As I raised the lingerie, a small note slipped out from it.

Eliza’s POV After Aria and Quin left the classroom, I waited for few more minutes and and glanced at my bag sitting beside my desk and slowly unzipped it. Tucked beneath my books and notebooks was the smaller pouch, carefully sealed and disguised to look like something innocent—just another cosmetic case, something trivial. But I knew better. My fingers hesitated before curling around it. It fit into my palm perfectly, light and cold, like the guilt I’d carried for far too long.

She looked nothing like the weak woman who had been lying in bed just days before. "How you feel after the miscarriage?" she mocked. I remembered Luigi’s advice and kept calm, choosing not to respond. But she didn’t leave. Instead, she stepped closer, shaking a glass bottle before my face. "Do you know what this is?" I glanced at the bottle containing a transparent liquid with a small, flesh-colored ball inside. "What is it?" I frowned, a bad feeling creeping in. "It’s the child you lost." I told myself to listen to Luigi and stay calm because I wasn’t alone anymore!

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♡

“Mr. Blackwood is expecting you.” Of course, he was. Lola followed her down a corridor lined with framed magazine covers. Adrian Blackwood stared back at her from at least six of them. Younger in some. Sharper in all. Always unsmiling. Power looked good on him. That fact annoyed her. The assistant stopped outside a door that didn’t need a nameplate. Everyone already knew who lived behind it. “Good luck,” the woman murmured, with the faint pity usually reserved for people about to be fired.

Loud enough that Maryann, the housekeeper, would never hear a thing. She opened the highest cupboard, stood on her toes, fingers brushing past forgotten scarves and empty gift boxes until they closed around the velvet pouch hidden at the very back. Her fingers knew the weight of the dildo by heart. Matte black, thick, curved just right, her secret companion for six lonely years. She undressed herself without thought, not caring where anything landed. She climbed back onto the bed, stacked pillows behind her back, and let her knees fall open like she had a hundred times before.

We stopped by our locker where it happened that Miracle is there too, her locker just two lockers away from mine. "I can't believe that I have a Harry Winston's necklace now." Jibee said touching the beautiful necklace of her "Harry Winston is the most expensive jewelry brand all around the globe." Rose whispered to me "Let's just keep in where we got this, okay?" Lily said touching her necklace too I frowned. These two are hiding something. "JENNY FRYXELL!" Cassy shouted, the bitch cheerleader I rolled my eyes and faced her "What, Cassy?"