Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Strangely it made her head calm a bit and the voices were gradually dissapearing then she twisted her face for a frown as if realizing something. "He doesn't deserve me, he is nothing but an empty vessel. How did I end up falling for such a cruel being." She thought within herself. In just fleeting seconds she had realized he wasn't worth her tears and attention, flaunting his new girlfriend before her, could be his attempt at spiting her for not begging at his feet to take her back, after he had dumped her when she confronted him for cheating on her with Bailey. While she made resolutions in her head, she got distracted by the drunken footsteps of Bryan, one of the campers and across the st

Even so, he simply stared at us as we left without paying any attention to the dirt that clung to his clothes. I saw him through the rearview mirror. He looked like an abandoned puppy—just like me when he stood me up during our engagement party.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

My name is Sophia, and I’ve always been the quiet, observant wife. Married to David for eight years, I knew his best friend Alex like family. Alex was 42, tall, muscular from years of gym discipline, with a cocky smile and dark eyes that always lingered a second too long on my body during barbecues and vacations. I’d fantasized about him for years , imagining his thick cock stretching my neglected pussy while my husband was away on business. His wife Elena was a gorgeous 38-year-old with a tight body and fake innocence, but I suspected something was off in their marriage.

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

Especially with Angel and her goons. She laughed and focused her attention on Dmitry. “You see Mr. Whoever-You-Are, our girl Dani is a prude. Guys almost as handsome as you show interest in her, and well, let’s just say the feeling is anything but mutual. She thinks she’s too good for anyone in this town.” Not giving him a chance to say anything, she brought her attention to me. “What is this? The first guy you’ve dated in years. Or need I say Ever. Are you going to tease and leave him too?”

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)