A Pervert Daily Life Novels & Stories

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

MARIANELLA After the news three days had passed, my despair level was gradually rising as my options went wrong, not that I had many to begin with. We tried two of Karen's cousins, which only served to make me realize that I can't have a decent conversation with a gym personal trainer in the first place, I am extremely sedentary and they are crazy about the gym. The bouncer seemed too rough, his stories about getting annoying drunks out of nightclubs would certainly not be a very encouraging subject for my family.

The internet never really has many stories about him, it was weird to see him here this way. “Suck your money like a cock because I would never stoop low to do that for you. Pervert!” I grunted and then walked out of the room. My hands stiffened, and my legs trembled. Even my body ached badly. My heart felt heavy while my body felt like needles were pricking at it.

"Everything about you excites me. Especially the idea of touching you, being with you and making love to you." Ironically the idea of doing any of those things with him does the exact opposite to me. I would absolutely die if he put his hands on me. He strikes me as a pervert, a disrespectful one at that because he doesn't even bother to remove his wedding band when he's 'chatting' with me. But who am I to judge? After all I'm taking money from lonely, possibly married older men who are looking for affection. No one is a saint in this world and it's not like we are doing anything wrong and I'm most definitely not hurting anyone. There are worse ways to make money and this ain't one of them.

I fuck his hand, begging for a release. Fuck me! Oh, fuck… “Shhh, little bird.” He whispers a soft warning. “You don't want people to see you naked… Screw that.” He sighs. “You don't want people’s blood on your hands because they saw you naked.” My body swings in a state of shock. Wait… What?! ‘Psychos are wild and pervy and dangerous… This man in front of me, the one my body and soul belong to, is worse than the devil.’

With such thoughts, he probably found his fetish… “Anna, do you know what happened to those who dared to call me a pervert?” “What? You killed them?” “I slept with them.” “...” Anna glared at him with annoyance. “You’re truly a pervert and a creep!” There must have been a truckload of women who slept with him, right? Her chest ached a bit as she felt uneasy. A faint touch of water appeared in the corner of her eye. “You’re the first woman who dared to call me a pervert.” “...” Was he trying to hint that he had not slept with other women?

I had to turn around and pretend to read a newspaper that was upside down just to hide the bulge in my trousers. I wanted to walk over there, spin her around, and shove my hand down those pants to see if she was wet. I wanted to know if her pussy was bare, smooth like a little girl or if she had a little strip of hair for me to pull on, to yank her head back while I fucked her from behind. You’re sick, the voice in my head whispered. You’re a sick fuck, Rafe. A pervert. A predato. "Maybe," I whispered to myself now, turning away from the window, the glass fogging with my breath.

Stalker! "I'm not going to live here," I said roughly. "If you don't want to give me a job because I don't want to live here, fine. I'll search for another job." "Are you afraid?" Really?! "I'm NOT going to rape you. I'll just wait for the time you beg me to put my hard c*ck inside your wet p*ssy." I pushed him out of nowhere because he said that. PERVERT! "Y-you are a freaking p-pervert!" He laughed out loud because of what I said. After a few seconds, he was serious again and stared at me blankly. Creepy!

While she's saying this, Lisa is licking the juices off her thumb as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "It's alright dear." She's staring at Lisa licking her thumb." I guess I was silly to sneak in here in the middle of the day. I should have waited until I went to bed. Yes, I was masturbating but it's not something I wish to discuss with you." Mom is really flustered and talking fast. I'm not sure Lisa is going to get anywhere, but this is very exciting to watch. "Actually, that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about," Lisa says, softly. "I think there's something wrong with me and I might be a pervert or something."

He knew that his life would never be the same – he was now a castrated freak, a laughingstock among the men he had once admired. As the men finally tired of their torment, they roughly shoved De out of the sauna, leaving him naked and alone in the locker room. De slowly made his way to the showers, his mind reeling with the events of the day. He knew that he would never again be able to look at another man's bulge without feeling a twinge of shame and regret. He had been punished for his perversion, and now he would have to live with the consequences for the rest of his life.