A Perverts World Novels & Stories

"I actually don't hate that idea at all." "See? You're too quick to judge. What did you think I was going to write a book about? Gay porn? Pshh, you can find that online for free." I laughed. "I love you, luis. So... what's your book going to be called?" "I'm not sure yet but 'don't be an asshole' sounds fitting. I haven't gotten that far yet."

I lay there twitching, spread-eagle, collared, destroyed, covered in sweat and semen. But they weren’t done. A new toy; a thick dildo; was shoved into my overflowing pussy while they made me clean their cocks with my tongue. The vibrator returned to my clit on the highest setting. “Another one,” they ordered. “Cum like the disgusting slut you are.” I screamed around the cocks in my mouth as another shattering orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed violently against the restraints, squirting around the toy, tears streaming. As I lay there panting, covered in filth, the leash still tight in someone’s hand, I heard the calm, professional voice of the man from the phone:

He corrected her and she just waved her hands up in disagreement. "Remember Alex? You dated her, Bimbo, the yoruba girl you dated her same time too and you also dated Sandra that same time, three girls at a time and you claim not to be a Casanova?" She said shockingly, Daniel was amused. "Maybe I didn't get the right word to qualify you with, give me a better one please. Casanova is too good for you." She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed.

I then realized that his hands were now around my waist, dangerously close to my ass. His voice came hoarse." Every single time you bathe." Shameless perv! I hissed, attempting to strangle his neck with my hands but he grabbed them." You pervert!" He chuckled low and deep." Pervert is not the word. A perv won't be as patient as I am." Clasping my hands together, he brought them down so they were resting on his lap." A perv would sneak into your room while you bathe and fuck you while you're still soaked."

Could it be that you have Stockholm Syndrome? He's crazy! He's a pervert! What does a pervert know about love? No, he doesn't! He'll never understand!

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

He blinked acting innocent and said ,"i am not that much addicted ,i respect your privacy" Well...The most perverted and shameless person is talking about privacy now? Just great...

I gazed at the men's faces one after another. Not too long ago, they'd beaten me up and talked about throwing me into a meat grinder so they could feed me to the dogs. Now, they trembled violently before me. The man at the left end of the line was so frightened when my gaze traveled over him that he peed himself. "We were idiots for not recognizing you, Ms. Grant! Please take mercy on us—we had no idea who you were! We were tricked!" he cried, prostrating himself on the floor.

Right then, Blazewing breathed fire across the surface, and the glass shimmered instantly, clearing to reveal an image. Raven and Snowviper. Still confused, I glanced at him. He explained, "This is a treasure of the Phoenix Clan. It works kind of like your human surveillance stuff, but better. No internet or power needed." I nodded slowly, then fixed my eyes on the moving picture. Raven was draped against Snowviper, sweat pouring down her face. She whined over and over, "It's so hot—I'm dying! Snowviper, aren't you supposed to have cooling powers? Use them already!"

she asked again, she wasn't going to let this chance to learn slip past her. “A pervert is someone who is ermm….” Azrathul trailed off searching for a less crude word for the tiny figure looking at him eagerly, “Yes?” she asked gently, “A person that's immoral, sexually immoral” he finally found something that didn't seem so bad. “Okay, I do understand the sex path, something you guys do to reproduce but how does sexual and immoral go together?” Laughter tore through Damien, he rumbled loudly, clutching his stomach as he looked from his brute boss fumble through words for the straightforward delicate flower they had found