Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

I feel his cum starting to leak out around him, dripping down onto the couch, and all I can think is more. “We’re not done,” I whisper. He lifts his head. His eyes are dark. “What’s on your dirty little mind.” “The window,” I say with a grin. “I want everyone to see.”

“Change them.” She rolled her eyes and did it anyway. Small win. We drove out of the city. The highway gave way to two-lane road, then to the kind of road that looks like a dare. The sky was a clean, pale blue. The trees were loud with color. She put her feet on the dash. I reached across and set them back on the floor without taking my eyes off the road. “You’re no fun,” she said. “I’m alive. That’s better.”

The house looked like a place a man had left in a hurry and then forgotten how to return to. Dust on the table by the door. Mail in a crooked stack that had slid and stayed slid. A glass in the sink with a ring at the bottom. A jacket over the back of a chair like I had meant to come back for it the same night. I stood in the entry and let the door close behind me and did not pick any of it up. The mess could wait. The dust could wait. I had been living in cars and cabins and other people’s blood for long enough that a dirty house felt almost honest. I went straight down the hall.

” Oh shit, she heard that? ”Oh, just a formality that she insisted on, Mama. Makes it easier to deal with each other outside the academic relation… I mean, the academic connection that we have.” ”I see… Hmmm… very peculiar but I guess it does make things more professional. Admittedly, your situation with her is quite unique…” ”I agree Mama. So I hope you're alright with…” ”It sounds like a perfect J-Drama storyline, Hero! It’s very cute, to be honest! I think there is a series that has a similar plot around four years ago! I’ve forgotten the title but I know there is one...”

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

I hung up and tried to not think about my family members using the app I work on. How embarassing is it going to be when they find out that I'm working on a cybersex add on to the app? That's a problem for another day. Shower. Wine. Netflix and chill. Maybe rewatch the Office? I can't do Gilmore Girls again, the episodes are just too damn long and it's soapy. Getting into my most comfy baggy pajamas, I sat on the couch with my wet hair airdrying and my before I could turn on the TV I saw notifications pop up on my screen.

🚗💨 😤 Outside College Nisha snapped at Garv— “This is your fault! She waited so long!” 😡 Garv sighed— “Sorry…” Nisha stormed off. 🏡 Farmhouse Scene Daniel carried Rose inside. No staff. Silence. He placed her on the bed and brought a medical kit. Suddenly— He removed her top. 😳 “Mr. Blackwood! What are you doing?!” 😡 He held her hands— “No need to hide… everything here belongs to me.” His voice dark— “Let me do my work… or…?”

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

he promised. “Antonio, get me out of here right now. I don't like it here Antonio. The room I have is too small. I can't breathe in here. And it's so dirty and the bathroom is cockroach infested, not to talk of the rats here. And then they wake me up by six am because of that damn body count. You know I hate waking up early" I complained. "You'll be moved to a bigger and better room while we work on your release. Just be patient, Gemma" he promised.

They passed through a few persons who casted weird glances at them. Finally, she turned the door of a room open and moved to the side. Turning to Isha, she said “Clean up, and change into that.” She moved her head to indicate a black thin strapped dress on one of the many beds in the room . “There's so much to do. You have five minutes.”