Novel & Cerita Dirty Diaries

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.

I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers. Hours passed like that. I reviewed documents and prepared notes while my body stayed constantly stuffed and stimulated. Every hour I sent another picture. Sometimes with the dildos pushed deeper. Sometimes with my fingers spreading my holes to show how stretched I was. The humiliation of it all only made me wetter.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

He has thick dirty blonde hair and those blue eyes that make me question everything, and his voice…God, every time he speaks, my pussy slicks up regardless of location and audience. Fuck audience, my body knows it should be under my step brother even if my brain says otherwise. I look over my shoulder and then bend over to write the new thought that has been plaguing me since he arrived from New Jersey last night. I need to write the things no one should ever see in my diary. Things no good girl should ever think of during a fun family time. Everyone else is busy playing with snow and decorating the outside of our home while I'm…busy. They have no idea the pictures I draw in my head and the

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

“I heard that diary of yours isn't all rainbows and butterflies. I heard it's got some pretty... interesting content.” My face flushed crimson. How could they possibly know about that? I'd never shown my diary to anyone. It was my private space, the only place where I could be honest about my thoughts, my fears, my… “Never thought a girl like you could have such dirty thoughts,” Derek said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that made my skin prickle. “All those dark fantasies you write about. The things you want to do. The things you want done to you.”

Ingrid rocked her body against his hardness, stimulating her clit, pressing against her swollen folds. Noah held her tight and captured her lips just as she was about to explode. She moaned loudly into his mouth, eyes wide open, as shock and thrill consumed her. Ingrid climaxed from their dry humping—right there, in the middle of the dance floor. She could feel Noah’s body trembling as he reached his release. Their bodies trembled together as they held each other, riding the aftermath of their dirty dance. Noah hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world. As if wanting to tell her how much he had enjoyed what they had just done. As if letting her know that she had nothing t

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

“What exactly did the report say about her?” “She is the only daughter of Mr. DaVinci who has been sent to the psychiatric home twice. She’s known to be obsessed over things she wants. The report has it that when she was five, she burnt down her toy room because her father failed to buy her a particular toy. She almost stabbed her ex-boyfriend to death because he broke up with her before she was done with him and her last boyfriend, she sent him to a coma after running him over with her car and the young lady whom the young man seemed newly interested in, she ruined her face with acid.”

Back in the cabin, the silence felt louder than anything Molly had said. I lay on the bed in the same robe from earlier, knees bent, feet bare, one hand curled around the cluster of condom wrappers I hadn’t thrown away. I didn’t know why I still had them. Maybe I needed to hold something that made the whole thing feel real. Dennis was pacing again, short steps, hands behind his back like he couldn’t sit still. His face was tight, unreadable. Noah slumped into the armchair near the door, muttering something under his breath about slashing Molly’s tires. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give.