Their Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

He had locked the door and strictly instructed his secretary not to allow anyone inside or disturb us for any reason. Still, when I finally walked out, trying to fix my hair and compose myself, his secretary looked at me with knowing eyes. That smirk, that glance, I feel like she knew exactly what had happened behind those closed doors. After that, I could barely look her in the eye whenever Theo summoned me to his office. But I had to admit, the risk, the secrecy, and the filthiness of it all made it so incredibly thrilling and exciting.

They had no idea how deep my obsession ran. I finished breakfast, hugged Aunt Clara again, and retreated upstairs with a triumphant little smile once I was out of sight. Let them think I was broken. If they think their words would make me stop, no boy it just made me want more. And next time I got close to Edgar and Ethan, I wouldn’t be the one crying. Hehe.

he said. "Because I feel like your obsession is making no sense to me. I plan on keeping my identity a secret, and you plan on keeping yourself a secret from me. Then what do you plan on gaining from all of this?" I questioned in hopes that he wouldn't have a perfect answer and all this could just come to an end. "Oh, believe me, there's a lot I'm getting from that. I'm getting to quench the lust I feel for you, because I would not call that love," he said.

The Billionaire's Secret Obsession Claimed by My Best Friends Dad Hope fell hopelessly in love with the billionaire Ashton Greenspan, but their love is forbidden because he is her best friend's father. Despite the potentially disastrous consequences, she ventures into a dangerous game of seduction with the man who makes her sigh. With his muscular physique and dazzling fortune, Ashton becomes her irresistible obsession. Will they be able to overcome the barriers of love and find happiness together, or are they destined for a life of secrets and deceits?

Yes he was hot for his age but he was completely grumpy and irritable. "See that it is." he replied and turned his attention back to his paperwork. This meant that he wanted me to get the hell out of his sight. I packed up my notebooks and practically ran back to my apartment. I needed to relax, and for me, relaxing meant diving into my secret life. Nobody looking at me would ever guess it, not even you. I had a massive secret. I was completely obsessed with the idea of a dominant man taking total control and telling me exactly what to do. I wanted to have the feeling of belonging to someone powerful. It was a fantasy I kept hidden in my head because finding someone I actually trusted to do

he whispered at the door, “I want you to invite him to dinner while I’m still inside you upstairs. Or maybe we’ll let him catch us. Would my little secret slut like that?” The terrifying, exhilarating thought followed me as I remade the room perfectly and prepared for Harlan’s return later that day. The sweet secret had become an obsession. Every risk pushed us further, every orgasm bound me tighter to Victor. I didn’t know where the line was anymore. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to find it. The stakes were rising dangerously high. Victor had already begun hinting at the next escalation, one that might finally make the secret impossible to keep…

One late-night study session turned into heated kisses, wandering hands, and Barry burying that shockingly huge cock deep inside her for the first time. Only Monica May knew the secret of what Barry was packing. She relished keeping it hidden from the world. Whenever the ache between her thighs grew too strong, she’d bat her lashes and pretend she needed “extra help” with calculus. Barry was always more than eager to oblige. Their secret hookups became addictive—raw, frantic, and deliciously filthy. Because they moved in such different social circles, they’d sneak away to unconventional spots: the library stacks, the back of his beat-up car, even a deserted locker room after one of her games

It's a rhythmic gesture that might lull me into sleep if I watch it for too long. “Would you like me to ask you in the most extravagant way possible? If you let me out…” “No,” I snap. “Come on, this is a secret you really want to know, because it involves you, and your precious little Cal. I don't know why you're so obsessed with him, though,” T days, completely changing the subject in the middle of the sentence. It works on me though. I sigh. “I'm not obsessed with him. Especially not after all this.”

Whether he closes his eyes, whether he turns them around and takes them from behind, shoving their faces into the pillows, it is bliss to get lost, drowning himself in every possible way that he can. At first thinking of me during sex with other women makes him feel ill. He wants to punish himself for his obsession. An obsession with anything is only an indication of weakness. But after that first night with Bazine he finds he looks forward to it; fucking other people and imagining me in their place. He lets himself be twisted on the inside. What is one more secret? One more thing to hide?

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♡