A Pervert Daily Life Novels & Stories

“We’ll head into the store later to get what you need. In the meantime, hungry?” We got to a nearby burger place. He sits across from me and tells me more about his day. I listen closely while thinking about how I wish my day had been as joyful and productive. I would’ve been really happy if that were the case. But no. The old fuck I’m meant to take care of had to be a perv. I understand that he isn’t able to have an erection but that doesn’t mean that being what he’s suggesting I be won’t involve something degrading like flashing him my tits or whatever. I mean, that’s still disgusting and bad, and uncharacteristic of me.

Happy reading ... Krish’s pov "Stupid " Hm "Punk " Hmm "Prick " Hmmm "Pervert ",she said and immediately plastered her mouth in her hands. What the pervert ???? Me??? "So pervert haa .. Priya Sharma is thinking I am pervert then I should surely do something now ", I grabbed her hand which was struggling with my shirt button and pulled onto me. "Sorry Sorry it's just slipped out ",she said innocently holding her ear in her hand.

During the lunch hour, I strode towards his office to return the money I owed him but as I opened the door of his room, I was dumbfounded. He was crouching before a woman with his hands on her thighs and that woman threw her head backwards as if controlling her urge to moan. What the heck...! Disgusting...!! In just a second, I got goosebumps crawling all over my body and my whole self became numb. What the heck did I just see? What was going on? What were they doing in the broad daylight? He is a pervert. A pervert for sure. How could he do something like this in school?

I immediately hug myself… But The set I prepared last night where my pushia pink panty was in the above the folded uniform I… "Jeoff, you are such a pervert!" I get it to him and pushed if out of my walk-in closet. "Go out!" "Hey! I am just so kind to hand it to you. I know you need it.” an innocent pervert defends. "It is only you who is thinking dirty things Lily.” What dirty things?!

He looked so…appetizing and mouth-watering like a green mango. If I wanted to, I had access to the CCTV camera in the room next door and I could watch what he was doing in the middle of the evening. To check if he was indeed working on his laptop. I bit my lower lip. Are you a pervert now, Winter? You acted like you hated him, right? Right. If I did that, what difference was I with a pervert? My mouth is set in a hard line as I look for a comfortable sitting position.

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.

I tried hair removal cream, which was somewhat effective, but the hair would grow back faster and thicker the next day. I exhausted all options, trying everything from major hospitals to questionable folk remedies, yet nothing yielded results. I subsequently requested time off and confined myself to the company dormitory, too ashamed to go outside. Queenie brought everyone in the department to my room under the excuse of checking in on me. When they caught sight of me looking like some hairy monster, they shrieked in terror, as though they had really run into some kind of monster. In the end, some opportunist uploaded a video of me online, titling it "The Hairy Beauty".

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

Give me something , touch me, remove the ache I feel are the unspoken words on my lips, I shrieked when he turned me around suddenly, my back facing the ceiling he spanks my ass “You will milk my dick baby like a good slut my slut.” He squishes my ass cheeks before kissing them "You are a pervert. "I murmur. "Then how do you want this pervert to fuck you?" "Hard. "I demanded as he splits my cheeks apart and rubs his cock on my wet folds with one thrust he enters inside me.

“Out of all the places to grab, why must it be my arse?! What a flagrant pervert!” My eyes trailed his body. I started from his head and down to his toes, noting his tight abs that were trying to shred his black turtleneck off —just kidding. The black slacks he had on did nothing to obscure the heavy outline between his legs. Had this been a normal circumstance, I would have eyeballed him. However, the man in front of me was a handsome weirdo! “What the fuck are you saying? I was just trying to help—” “Never say that help word around me, pervert! Keep your damn hands to yourself!”