A Perverts World Novels & Stories

I was at loss for words for the stupid remarks he says. “Tell me who you are, where you’re from, what you did you little piece of gordang sh*t!” “Relax, past me. I am here to help you. Because you may know by now what happens in the near future. You may know by now what you will face, those military cats! Those absolute bastards who want world domination. We must crush them once and for all before everything is too late.” “I don’t know man, you might be just deceiving me. I won’t fall for that.”

Of course, anyone who dares to disagree with them is a heretic. They are mentally unbalanced, obsessive and irrationally paranoid characters. They will burn, drown or execute anyone regardless of age or sex without mercy. They are completely devoid of mercy, and most of them lack any kind of reasoning ability. They promote fanaticism and mortification of the flesh, hardly knowing its power. They generate discontent and spread paranoia in their wake.

And it wasn't until I wanted to take out the trash and instead took out my briefcase did I realize I needed to shut it all off. Even if it was just for one night. And it seemed like the only thing that would fix this disorientation was a hard fuck. That was the primary reason I was pushing through the door of the gay bar. For a fuck, and to unwind. The place was loud with people laughing and gyrating on the dance floor. I plugged in my ear buds to avoid the loud music as I ordered a whiskey at the counter. The bartender passed it to me quietly after payment and I moved toward the back.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

Devrim complained as he rubbed his eyes. The cover of the new book had a strange symbol on the front and at first Aurora believed that the vault had made a mistake. But when she opened it, the Empress discovered that this was exactly what she needed. "This lists all sorts of creatures and their magical abilities. It's like an encyclopedia!" "Great! Can we go? I don't think the vault likes me." Since entering the room, Devrim had felt the air was heavy around him. He was not welcome, only tolerated.

I'm never gonna show my weakness in front of a guy like him. The monster of my past peeked one eye open but I shut it off. I vowed to myself that I won't let anyone walk all over me. Ever again. "Yeah. It's okay to create havoc." I shrugged it off, not showing how affected I was. "Actually it's better than being a manwhore who changes girls like someone changes their socks." I fired back, leveling a glare at him. I officially announce to no one in particular that 'I hate this guy.'

"How dare you? I'm not some whore you can buy! Get away from me!" The word "pervert" hung in the air like a slap, but instead of anger, it ignited me further. Feisty. Resistant. God, that made the chase even sweeter. I straightened, a slow, predatory smile curling my lips. "Pervert? Maybe. But honest. You need money; I need... release. It's a fair trade in a world that's anything but." She backed up, grabbing her bag from the chair, her hands trembling. "Fair? This is harassment! I could report you—ruin you!"

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

Some were making plans for the weekends; others were complaining about the project, wondering who to partner with to score high marks this time. Calytrix, on the other hand, was silently twirling her pen with her eyes on the board. “Hey, girl,” a young lady with a slender body came over and sat next to Calytrix. “What’s with you and Mr Peter?” “Him?” Calytrix scoffed, “He’s just an angel-faced pervert.” The lady’s eyes widened, and she leaned closer, “Shh. Others can hear you. Besides, you don’t have proof. He’s a well-respected man.”

I walked inside. “Are you the man building an orphanage here?” the hostess asked as soon as I walked in. I gave her a nod. “Follow me, sir.” There was one thing I liked about brothels, title meant nothing there, we men were all the same judged by the same standard. Money talked in a place like those titles meant nothing. She led me to a private room on the second floor. When we arrived she opened the door and I walked in. I saw familiar faces there, old ministers powerful in court, nothing important ever got done without their approval. Some faces surprised me as I never thought they could work with my grandmother.