Dirty Curve Novels & Stories

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?

he picked a folder from side of car and passed it to Babi. He took a glance at Babi’s dress and made weird face. She was wearing a peach coloured small dress with pumps making her sexy and hot. “Seriously! What’s with that face?” “Did I say anything?” “Don’t even think about it. I know what you have in mind”

Christine nervously corrected. Kimberly didn’t know what to think about her reply. She didn’t sound convincing, it was like she was hiding something. “Oh… I'm really sorry about that.” “You don’t have to be dear, it’s now in the past” Christine wiped her tears. She wished Roy could see it that way. #

I sigh defensively pulling my hair trying to find out a way to get Théo and get out of place I enter the bathroom and I already find a running bath in the bathtub. I stare at myself, in the mirror. I have dark circles around my eyes. Dry blood on my lips since they are chapped, a couple of dirt stains on my face. My hair is all dull and all over the place. I look terrible. I pull off my dirty shirt followed by my pants. I'm now left in my pink lace bra and matching underwear. I see a couple of bruises on my stomach, arms, and thighs.

Dripping down my inner thighs in thick, sticky ropes that cooled too fast in the draft from the cracked door. The garage door rattled. Wind or the neighbor's mutt sniffing around again. Bark-bark-fuck-off-bark. Mrs. Sanchez's yappy little shit, probably smelling the sex pouring off me. His boots scuffed closer. “Color, Sage.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, voice scraping out raw. “Green.” He chuckled, low and filthy, the sound vibrating straight to my clit. The flogger whistled through the air before it exploded across my back.

My skin blazes. "That's for the black skirt on Monday." CRACK. I yelp – sharp, broken. "That's for the perfume. You know what that fucking perfume does to me." CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Three in a row – alternating cheeks, each one harder than the last, my ass turning crimson, tears spilling down my face, and my pussy dripping onto the hardwood floor in a visible trail. "Count from ten." CRACK. "Ten – fuck –" CRACK. "Eleven –"

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

*Amy blushing* I....I....I...UM...Sorry for what I just did now. ( Riley) for kissing me? um...yeah...Amy said shly while staring at the flood. Riley leaned closer to her ears and said " your lips are delicious I want to kiss you again." Now Amy's face is flushed with embarrassment, and she ran towards his car. He laughed while he exited the school building, and towards his car. Hey, Amy was that your face kiss? Am I your first kiss? while they both entered the car.

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.