Naughty Little Secrets: an erotica collection

⚠ Trigger Warning: Extreme Content ⚠

This collection contains explicit adult themes that are not for the faint of heart. Within these pages, you will encounter graphic sexual content of both heterosexual and homosexual nature, BDSM, dubious/non-consensual acts, rape, physical and psychological violence, taboo relationships, and scenes that may disturb, shock, or arouse in equal measure.

The stories are raw, unapologetic, and deliberately provocative, exploring the darkest and most forbidden corners of human desire. They may challenge your morals, your limits, and your comfort zone.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are easily offended, unsettled, or triggered by extreme erotic and violent content, do not proceed.

If they excite, intrigue, or challenge you-turn the page, but do so knowing there is no turning back.

All characters are 18+ and all acts are entirely fictional.

For those who dare- Welcome to Naughty Little Secrets

CHAPTER ONE

I groaned as I eased the dildo deeper into my slick, needy pussy, the firm silicone head spreading my swollen lips apart. My pussy clenched around the toy, I thrust it in slowly, pushing in and out as the sound of my moans grew.

"Ahh..." I moaned gripping the armrest of my couch tightly filling the quiet room with the sound of my pleasure.

One leg slid up over the armrest of the couch, opening my legs wider, giving me more space to drive it in. My hand gripped the toy tighter, my wrist working faster, the wet sound of my arousal mixed with my panting.The other hand drifted lower,circling my aching clit , I flicked and played my way to pleasure.

"Fuck!!....ohh...yes" I whimpered

My hips began to glide on the couch, rocking the dildo with each thrust .

The past few months have left me feeling super horny. How could I not when my neighbour brought in different girls to his apartment almost every day. They would moan, cry and whine calling out his name as he fucked them. It got so intense that I would touch myself just to fulfill my arousement and sexual desires.

Most of my nights are spent pleasuring myself to the sound of their intercourse. I had just moved to the area for school and barely knew anyone around here, I could not have known that I lived just below a sex maniac. This kept me awake all night and now I have dark circles under my eyes.

I had to stick to reading during the day to maintain my scholarship because my sexual urge would take over at dark, and the annoying part of it all is that he is the landlord's son so I can't get him kicked out. I even tried confronting him myself, but that wasn't an option. For fuck's sake, why is it so hot?

He had to be the most beautiful man on earth. I couldn't utter a single word to him and just walked away. Now I'm stuck fantasizing him fucking me every single night. He's so sexy that just a mere sight of him makes me wet.

The sound of my doorbell pulled me out of my fantasy world. I wasn't expecting anyone tonight. More so, it was raining cats and dogs outside.

"Maybe the person would go away if I ignored them" I said to myself.

I resumed what I was doing, thrusting deeper into my pussy, in and out at a very fast rate. My other hand remained on my right breast, squeezing and pressing it. I shook as I felt myself reaching climax.

"Ah! Almost there! Oh!" I moaned. My orgasm getting closer, very close. I groaned loudly and I was just about to release when my doorbell rang again. This time it continued.

"Shit! I gasped as my cum poured all over my hand.

The doorbell continued relentlessly wracking my nerves.

"Who the hell is that?" I yelled and quickly grabbed my bathrobe.

I placed the dildo on the table, wiped my hands with some tissues and headed out of the room and to the front door.

" What do you want?" I asked as I unlocked my door and pulled it open.

My feet froze,my eyes went wide.It was him, the sex maniac.

And God... he looked even hotter in person than in my fantasies. His white shirt clung to his skin like a second layer, rain making it transparent enough to show every line of his abs. Water dripped from his hair, each strand slicked back, making him look like a sin incarnate.

"Damn... I hope it rains every day" I mumbled without realizing.

"What?" Carter asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh-nothing," I stammered, trying to pull myself together. "How may I help you?"

"I seem to have lost my keys, so I can't get into my house," he explained. "The handyman can't make it tonight because of the storm."

I nodded, though my gaze refused to leave his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing made my mind wander straight to images of him pressing me into a wall, his skin against mine.

"Do you think maybe I can crash here tonight?" he asked.

"Huh?" I blinked, forcing my eyes to his face.

"I'll take the couch," he said with a small, smile.

"Oh...sure," I replied quickly.

I wasn't about to pass up the chance to have this gorgeous man within arm's reach all night. Maybe... just maybe... I could finally tell him about the sleepless nights he caused me.

He smiled as he stepped inside, water still dripping from his hair, and I shut the door behind us.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," I said, trying to sound composed. "I'll get you a towel."

I went into the bathroom, took a moment to steady my breathing, and grabbed the towel. But when I came back out, my heart slammed into my ribs.

Carter was standing right beside my table, right beside the dildo.

"Seems like you've been busy," he said, lips curving into a slow smirk. "That's... an awful lot of cum."

"Fuck!" I gasped, darting forward and snatching the dildo from the table, shoving it behind my back. My face burned.

He chuckled low. "No need to be shy, sweetheart. I already knew what you were doing the moment I saw your breasts."

"Breasts?" I echoed, blinking in confusion.

His eyes dropped to my chest. I followed his gaze and my stomach flipped, my nipples were rock hard, pushing against the thin bathrobe like they wanted to break free.

I sighed, curse those damn abs

Carter grinned, he unbuttoned his soaked shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor . The sight of his bare chest made my pussy wet. Droplets of rain slid over the ridges of his abs before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.

He took a step toward me, then another.

Shocked and perplexed, I moved backwards until my spine met the wall, there was no escape.

"How about I help you... finish what you started?" He growled.

My eyes moved down and his bulge was thick and heavy now, pressing against his trousers.

So maybe... my perky nipples weren't the only ones affected.