Booktok Acronyms Dirty Novels & Stories

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I have it saved because I hunted down for it and found it in the original lease agreement of her apartment before she bought it. My cock gives a twitch as I press the phone to my ear. “Evan Montague.” “Oh, that’s your name now?” she asks angrily. She’s always so damn angry now. It makes me so fucking hard to know that I’ve pissed her off as much as she did me. “Really? You’re not afraid that the whole world will find out?” “No, because you’re keeping my secret for me,” I say before sitting back in my chair. “My dirty little secret.”

I say. Ezra looks at me, puzzled. "I knew you were not a virgin," He says. I touch his chest and grab his waist as his cock lines up against my ass. "My pussy was a virgin, not my ass. I am an ass whore," I moan as his cock slides into my ass.

I barely slept last night preparing for this day. "UGH!!!" In my frustration I accidentally knocked the book on my table and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Ace immediately ran and picked the book up. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. "Books are precious artifacts for learning and you just throw them away because I am keeping you company!?" He flared up in anger and he inspected how much damage I have caused on the book. In that moment, I realized that I am not so unlucky after all. PRINCE Ace is a bookworm.

The raw dirty words spilled out natural because they felt completely true in the heat of the moment. His cock felt perfect stretching me owning me completely and making me forget everything else. I reached back grabbing his thigh pulling him even deeper loving how full and used I felt with him buried to the hilt. “God you’re perfect for this kind of fucking Ava,” he groaned his thrusts turning erratic and desperate his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you one more time before we even think about cleaning up this mess. Take every hot drop like the good daughter in law you are and milk me dry.”

I felt so dirty having that plug in my ass. After inserting the butt plug, I went back into the bookstore. I was almost too ashamed to go back in because I was sure everyone would know what a dirty slut I was. But I needed to be a dirty slut. I wanted them to defile me and ruin me. I meekly asked the clerk about how many coins were needed for the video booths. He said, for me, it's free to go in. He laughed and said, "Enjoy yourself."

“Read it where?” “It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra's place as Brooke bitched endlessly. I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent'. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities...Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy', but we'd crested the wave.