Dirty Book Scenes Novels & Stories

he declared, whispered to her ears as he rubs his pointed nose to her rosy cheek down to her delectable neck and he claimed her lips again hungry for more. Mort brings her back home without breaking the kiss right into his secret lair, a dark room full of tenebrism art of crimes and murders, blades, weapons, guns, and bullets. He lays her on the bed of roses as he undresses her ruthlessly, pulling the white sheet on her chest and placing himself on top of her.

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

Rosie There's only one word I can use to describe this: torture. Maybe even soft p**n. Every scene playing out in front of me feels like it's been ripped from one of my dark romance books-the same ones I stash deep in my closet and read under the covers with trembling fingers. But never, not in a million fantasies, did I ever imagine I'd actually watch one play out live. I've spent countless cold nights curled beneath my sheets, fingers moving slowly over my slick folds, imagining some fictional alpha male whispering filth in my ear. But this... this is different.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 3 The silent film moved into its third and final scene; raw, desperate fucking. Black-and-white bodies slammed together on the giant screen, hips thrusting hard, mouths open in silent cries as the credits started to roll slowly at the bottom. Sofia climbed back onto Luca’s lap without a word. She reached down, took his long, throbbing cock in her hand, and lined it up with her dripping entrance. Then she sank all the way down in one smooth motion until he was buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet cunt.

“Maybe later.” “Later,” he agreed. His hand kept going. The plane hit another rough patch and the cabin lights flickered. In that half-second of darkness his fingers reached the edge of my underwear. He didn’t ask. He just pushed the fabric aside and found me already wet. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re soaked.” I turned my head toward him. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t. Two fingers slid between my folds, slow, testing. I was dripping onto his hand. He rubbed my clit once, then twice, and my hips jerked against the seat. The blanket stayed in place. No one looked our way.

It wasn’t just one scene, it was a compilation of hardcore scenes of orgies, gangbang, bukkake, bdsm, male domination and scenes of punishment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, minute after minute of fucking, sucking, spanking and screaming. The wet slapping sounds, loud moans, and dirty talk filled my office. I watched and watched, I lost track of time, my pussy dripping wet as I saw women getting exactly what I wished was happening to me. Every so often, a quick five-second clip of my job interview would appear on the screen. So, from a random woman being choked with a cock, gagging loudly, to me putting my foot into my shoe which already contained a cum-filled condom, or from a slu

I hung up and put the phone down, my hand still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering, the filthy journal, the way my pussy would not stop aching... it was too much. Professor James leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. "We're not done, Lana. Open it to page twenty-two." "The one where I described edging a shy girl until she's dripping down her thigh and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you."

{This scene contain explicit scene, abuse, Rape and some content you might like, so please skip if you can read...thank you} ******************** Barbara had graduated high school and was enjoying her day at the beach when a large group of men approached they soon packed her in a van and took her to a local dive bar. They took her to the back room where several cameras had been set up that broadcast to the big screens in the front of the bar. The group stripped her and gang raped her to her horror

It screamed power and silent wealth. A remote lay near the edge of the bed, I picked it up and slowly crawled up to the mattress. I curled Into the soft sheets and switched on the TV. Looked like he'd been watching something before he left. Minutes passed. I kept watching, the bourbon warming my veins, making everything feel soft and hazy around the edges. Then a scene appeared on screen. A slow burn kissing scene. I watched as the man trailed his lips down the woman's skin. Clothes fell away, one piece at a time and in a blink they were both stark naked.