All Chapters of Dirty (short stories): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lena barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice again, low, amused, commanding. “Don’t stop now, neighbor.” Her body stayed restless, thighs slick even hours later. She touched herself twice more before dawn, whispering into the dark, imagining it was him. The next day dragged. Work felt distant. All she could think about was 11 p.m. Would he do it again? Would he talk to her through the wall? Would she answer? She came home early, showered, ate nothing. Dressed in a thin tank top and shorts—nothing sexy on purpose, but nothing to hide either. She sat on her bed at 10:55, heart hammering, waiting. At 11:02, the sounds started. Same creak of the bed. Same low groan. But no woman’s voice this time. Just him, alone. He was stroking himself. Slow. Deliberate. The rhythm was different, longer pauses, heavier breaths. Then his voice, clear, close, like he was speaking right against the wall. “You there tonight, neighbo

The days after that first night in Jace’s bed turned into a fever Lena couldn’t shake off, they didn’t bother pretending anymore, doors stayed unlocked, keys got tossed on counters, they fucked like the world was ending, quick and rough against everywhere and everything the saw, the kitchen counter at dawn, slow and deep in the shower until the water ran cold, on the living room floor because the bed felt too far. But even with all that closeness, the old thrill never really died, the idea of being heard, of them knowing exactly what they were doing, it still burned low and hot in both of them. So they started leaving the windows cracked open at night. Just an inch or two, curtains parted halfway, enough for sound to slip across the narrow alley between their buildings. One humid evening, Lena dragged herself home after a long shift, her hair sticking to her neck from the rain pour, she kicked off her shoes, peeled off her work blouse, and noticed her window was already open, a w

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama She stared at the photo longer than she meant to. his dark hair was short, his jaw sharp, his eyes looked straight through the camera like they already knew what she wanted. No cheesy smile, no shirtless gym mirror shot, just a clean black suit with a loose tie, leaning against a city railing at night. Something about it made her thighs press together under the covers. She told herself she was just browsing, she told herself she’d never actually message him or anyone. But her fingers moved faster. **Aisha**: Hi. Are you available next Friday? Just dinner and

Aisha didn’t message him for three days after that second night. She needed the space to breathe, to remind herself this was still just a contract, just bodies, just release. But the silence only made it worse. Every time she closed her eyes she felt his mouth on her, his cock stretching her, the way he groaned her name when he came inside her. She touched herself almost everytime she remembers, frustrated,he was just never enough, she ends up always stopping before masturbating, because it didn’t feel right without him watching, without his voice telling her to come harder. On the fourth day she cracked. **Aisha**: Tonight. Your place. Same rate. No talking about feelings or future. Just sex. His reply was immediate. **Jaxon**: Door’s open at 8. Come ready to take what you want. She arrived at 8:02, on a black dress, no bra, no panties,her heels clicked loudly on his hallway floor. He opened the door shirtless, his sweatpants low, already half-hard. No smile, no small talk,

Amina had been driving back from a weekend conference when the rain started. It was not the usual drizzle. This was a heavy angry rain that hammered her car windshield like it wanted to break through it. The road turned into a river fast. her visibility dropped to almost nothing, she clearly couldn't see any thing, her car hydroplaned once then twice and she gripped the wheel tighter with her heart pounding real fast. She should have pulled over earlier. She knew the road to her village was bad in weather like this but she was tired and eager to get home, and she thought she could make it but guess she was wrong. The engine stopped, the car headlight flickered. The car rolled to a stop on the road, dead. She tried starting it again but nothing was working both battery or alternator or something, she was not a mechanic, so she didn't kmow, the rain pounded the car roof, worse there was no signal on her phone and no other cars in sight. She sat there for twenty minutes cursing un