Novel & Cerita Dirty Fan Fictions

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

he shouted angrily as his blazing eyes stared at me. “What the fuck do you want from me?”I shouted. I just want to be the quiet girl I've always been, without any attention. “We need to sort this out!,I don't know what you heard about me that's not true, you need to listen to me”Damian told me rapidly catching his breath. "They're kind of true Damian like it's also true I'm a slut. I fucking don't need an explanation from you.”he tried following me. “Don't pester me or go round telling me about how I mistook you”I warned him staring daggers at him

Whenever he got annoyed, he would use his hand to cover my mouth. My heart would pound whenever my lips made contact with his hand. I would turn bright red and sit beside him in silence. But now, I no longer wanted to revolve my life around him. My love for Carl was over. "I'll give you a sum of money. Consider it a token of my apology. Let's call off the engagement. Even if you refuse, yesterday's situation will just keep happening. Nothing can make me show up to get engaged to you," Carl declared before transferring a million dollars to me.

Hello Everyone, I'm sorry to say that my computer broke, for the next days I'm not sure if I will continue the story, I'm going to public other one I have in drafts. It's another crazy online order. - I grumble, and Scarlett denies. -Oooh. What dirty book has Mr. Lindman ordered this time? - Snorts. The retired fireman has very eclectic taste in books. The first time we received a request for unusual erotic fiction, I had

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The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

A body that filled out his custom suits in ways that made her forget how to form coherent sentences. And a reputation for being absolutely ruthless in business and in bed. She had heard the whispers. The stories about the women who had worked closely with him and then suddenly left the company. No one ever said anything explicit, but the implication was clear: Damien Blackwood got what he wanted, and he did not accept anything less than perfection. Ella took a deep breath and walked toward his corner office, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The door was open, and she could see him standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, a glass of scotch in his hand.

But the amount of sacrifices I had to make, the kind of things I had to do, the amount of dirt I had soiled my hands in, I can't even begin to talk about it, but it's really bad. but then again, no big money comes clean. That I have to handle along side with our chicken only Restaurant; The hot pot And then the Fitness home; Legs up and then the Club; Garden of Eden, where sin was born. I've been thinking of a lot of things lately but Charlie just seems to take a large space in my head and it's somehow annoying because.. I've never had to deal with these kind of feelings before until I met him, I don't know if I'm going crazy or I actually like him

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.