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Who did not like coffee? “Woah. Dracula alive. Dracula alive.” In what she deemed as the Dracula voice; Kira who run down the stairs spoke in surprised seeing Anderson up so early. Kira did not drink too much knowing she had a lot to do the next day. She was the one that taught the kids in the house. It was something she enjoyed doing. Everyone had assumed she would become a teacher when she got older, but lately she had been tinkering with the idea of a chef ever since it was planted into her head.

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The next thing I knew, there were two tongues simultaneously sucking my pussy. I hold on Roscoe’s hair to watch them suck me. From the way I saw it, it seemed like they were kissing as they tried to eat me. That added more to the pleasure I felt. My legs trembled as I took my first release on this night. All my juices went on Roscoe’s mouth. “I want to taste her juices, Mr. President.” Said by Mortel. Roscoe motioned him to come at him. The two exchanged kisses, tongue after tongue, lips after lips, just to taste me juices.

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he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

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♡

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

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“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have