Booktok Acronyms Dirty Novels & Stories

** Trigger Warning** This collection is not safe. Not for your morals. Not for your comfort. Inside these pages, you’ll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer. There are no safe words here. Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved. If you’ve ever said “just one more chapter” with a hand between your thighs

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

How did I ever think that we’d not speak to each other again? “Let me see it” He ordered and I guess some part of him was supposed to be angry, or maybe cautious but the ghost of a smirk never left his lips. I turned the phone to face my arms. “It’s a V!” He noted, a fact I already thought we’d established. “It’s a V!” He sort of echoed again and I nodded my head shyly. “What did you think it was?”

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

With the look on Mateo’s face, I do not think it’s anything pleasant. “Это называется не любовью, Матео, это называется совестью.” Aaron responded through tight lips. “Когда-то вы знали, что это значит.” (This isn't called love Mateo, it is called conscience.) (Once upon a time, you knew what that meant.)

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

“What is this? It has your name on it, Marcus. And Damien and Lucas too. It links you guys to Derek’s crimes.” “Keep reading it out loud.” “It says you three have been moving money for him. And something about the next big deal. Marcus, this is dangerous.” “Danger makes it hotter. Now cum on my cock while you hold that file.” I pushed back, meeting his thrusts. “I’m close again. Talk to me, Marcus.” “Cum, Ava. Squeeze my cock with that pussy.” I came again, shaking and moaning his name. Marcus grunted and pulled out just as footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Author's Note: Guys, guess what... DIRTY PAGES is officially on 1k views!!! Thank you so, so much, guys. Hitting 1,000 views on my very first book means more to me than you could ever imagine. I was literally awake last night, watching that 996 view count like my life depended on it – refreshing, pacing, hoping – and when it finally flipped to 1.0k, I swear my heart did a whole somersault.

What the hell kind of stuff did my dad write about? Inside that folder were literally dozens of documents. My hands were shaking as I slowly scrolled through them, reading the names of the files. It quickly dawned on me that this was not just any erotica. Every single title seemed to hint at some sort of "taboo" erotica. Maybe they were just like the one I had read the night before, about the owner's son and the intern. That was considered "forbidden" in many work environments. But no. These seemed different somehow. I finally chose one called "After School" and opened it.

Julian gripped her hips, thrusting up. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall as Ava moaned loudly, “God, Julian… you’re so deep.” He flipped her onto her back, pounding harder. The wet sounds of their bodies, the creaking bed, and Ava’s cries filled the room until they both came. I retreated to my room, heart racing, body aching with a confusing mix of jealousy, arousal, and excitement. Ava was making moves on all of us and our dirty little secret was getting even dirtier.