A Pervert Daily Life Novels & Stories

“You don’t want everyone knowing what a naughty young thing you are…” His hand returned to my ass, giving one final, possessive squeeze before hovering threateningly near my thong again. I stood there, trembling, trapped in the crowded bus as it carried me deeper into the night—completely at the mercy of this filthy old pervert who had only just begun.

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?

We came together, his cum mixing with the water as we kissed passionately. The emotional core of our happy relationship always followed the filth. Cuddled in bed, bodies sticky and marked, we talked for hours. "Lena and HR, the neighbor complaints, they scare me, but they also make every fuck feel urgent and alive," I confessed, tracing the handprints on my ass. Marcus held me close. "You're my everything. This extreme sex is how we love, raw, honest, addictive. No vanilla bullshit could ever compare." We planned defenses: better soundproofing, discreet public play, and fantasies for the future. The trust and communication turned our perversion into pure joy.

The music ends giving way to cheers and applause, which hide my roar as I reach ecstasy. 'Damn shameless sorceress' 'Look how you fucking got me!' I've touched myself in public and it should be noted that exhibitionism is a perversion which doesn't suit me. I don't share what's mine with anyone, unless the viewer is an active participant. "Devil," I manage to hide my embarrassment quickly before one of the accountants reaches the table, "we need you in the office." Cursing under my breath, I wipe my hands on my napkin and down the Jack Daniel's to the bottom before following him.

Richard clarified. Gary just nodded and continued munching on his pretzel. "Besides," Richard spoke. "I don't mind having to rub elbows and please my dad. Helga deserves the best. You know there was a time she and her family lived off of their goats' milk? Like that's all they had for an entire week or two." Gary whistled in a sympathetic tone. "Her family must be very happy to hear she's going to have a grand wedding, then?" Richard nodded. "Oh yeah," He spoke. "I met them a couple years ago and we chat online back and forth every now and then. They're kind people. I think they like—"

He got excited talking about the girl shaking like an aspen tree at his words. "Oh, yes, little one. You're about to feel my cock inside you. You're going to squeal with excitement. I'm going to fill you with cum until you leak." The pervert laughed, and all the women retreated into the cell as if they wanted to blend into the wall.

I really did pity my poor hand. It wanted to, so very badly feel and touch more of the delicious abs but it feared that if it moved and went hayway on Reuben's body, he would inevitably wake up. And then, I would inexorably become 'The certified Pervert'. What should my hand do? What should my hand do!?

Men paid for the conventional standards of beauty and as much as they claimed to like natural beauty, they paid more for the superficial kind. These were pointers I needed to take into consideration just so I could earn a living. Then there were your everyday perverts and disgusting pigs who thought just because I was an exotic dancer it meant they could do whatever they pleased with me. Most men that came in here weren't that bad. They were easy to deal with but there were the few that made me wish to sink my canines into them.

My life was a constant whirlwind of driving back and forth from my townhouse to my work offices and to the gated neighborhood where my three younger siblings still lived. "Relax," Perth said, holding out a calming hand. "I know you well enough. I wouldn't assign someone to your detail who can't handle your lifestyle." He casually pushed back his hair and adjusted his baseball cap, wearing it backward. In that moment, Perth seemed approachable, even friendly. But I had witnessed him confront a grown man twice his size, a bulky individual known for using steroids who had once been my cousin Lincoln's bodyguard. And he had messed up. He had allowed a cameraman to slip into a public bathroom whi

She asked him, giving him a confused look. "Ohh! I see..." "What do you see? And what were you thinking when you said you needed a reward? What kind of reward were you thinking of?" She questioned him again making him completely look stupid. He can't reply to her questions because he was thinking about something dirty. "Leave it. I don't want to waste my time. You all boys are perverts!!!" "PERVERT!!!" This word resounded in his ears multiple times making him feel more embarrassed. He felt like getting himself buried in the ground but unfortunately there was no ground for such activities .