Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

It was huge on me, but I didn't mind. Picking through my clothes on the floor of the bathroom, I found my panties. They were red. As I stretched them out and lifted one leg to step into them, I noticed the entire crotch area was a much deeper, crimson red. Lifting them up to my face, my eyes flashed as I realized just how soiled they were. Pressing the material with two fingers, they came away sticky and wet. I suppose that shouldn't be all that shocking. I didn't have a clean pair at his place. A grin slowly appeared on my face as I stared at myself in the mirror. Lifting my feet one at a time, I pulled the soiled panties up my legs and snugged them around my crotch anyway. They were cold b

ALEX'S POV I sat back in my leather chair and the city lights were shining brightly from the floor to ceiling windows which were closed right behind me. Everywhere had quieted down as it was now after hours. The soft noise coming from the air conditioner behind me and my own steady breathing were the only sounds in the office. I have seen this footage in front of me three times already. It captured Jordan in the empty conference room, his eyes screwed tight as if he was thinking about something nasty with his palm wrapped tightly and moving around his big muscular, veined cock.

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

“Fuck this.” I ignored the flow of the crowd and ran deeper into the museum. “Leo! Come back here!” Mr. Sam shouted, but his voice faded behind me. Smoke was already thickening in the air, stinging my eyes. I coughed, pushing through abandoned exhibit halls. “Maya!!! Where are you?!” Elevators were dead—power flicker or something. I took the stairs two at a time, heart pounding in my ears. The smoke grew thicker upstairs. My lungs burned.

"You're surprised to see me alive, aren't you? Ha." Her eyes cruises the apartment and Sumire could see a few rats running along the dirty rug. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. Dirty dishes sitting in the sink. A thick layer of dust has built up on all the shelves. Her face twitches in disgust. "This is where rotten people belong to. A perfect place for garbage..." Sumire leaned over him and displayed a condescending smile, and then scoffs. "... and people who smell rubbish...like you." "Why are you here?"

I was hired by a wealthy family to be a housekeeper, replacing the one that seemed to have quit. I am to receive details of her duties from the head housekeeper I had just arrived to the airport, after leaving my sisters to come work here, I knew my sisters would feel my absence, but that won’t stop me from chasing my dream of going to college. I booked a cab to the address that was given to me by the head housekeeper. I have never been to the city, they had buildings that touched the sky. Buildings with walls made of glasses. The sight was mind blowing, the air was cool, and everywhere was colorful.

At the sound of rustling behind me, I climb off uncle Connor as fast as I can while he tucks himself away, then I arrange the blanket over myself so that it covers the cum on my gown. “Goodness,” mom yawns, nudging dad. “I can’t believe we dozed off. Wake up, Derrick. We’ve got to finish this episode.” Dad wakes up and we all continue watching the movie like nothing happened, my thighs and my gown slick with my uncle’s cum. We’re transferring potted plants from the back of dad’s truck into the garden at the side of the house. My hands are dirty and I’m a sweaty, exhausted mess from doing so much heavy lifting but I’m the only one who seems to be huffing and puffing. Dad and uncle Connor are

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV The news about Senator Zamora’s scandals not only reached the national television, but all the way from the mainstream media outside the country. He has been the topic for the past two days and now we are watching him enter all his court trials. Gone was the narcissistic man who is always grinning—he literally looks soulless now and I have been more satisfied before. This time, it was Rozaine who shut the television off. We were just simply staring at the black screen of the television when it was Veronah who broke our silence.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.

Once inside, he shut the door behind us. Present here were a new set of bathing soaps, creams, in fact all we needed. These are the privileges for our VIP. These weren’t only soaps and holds but VIP skin care products suitable for all skin.” “Which are we going for?” Daddy asked. “Maybe…” My eyes scanned them trying to choose. “Probably the liquid soap.” I said with a shrug. It was inside of a white container with purple design flowers. Zavian nodded, accepting my choice. “Let’s go for it. I really prefer the liquid.”