Dirty Fantasy Novels & Stories

Damian holds my hand as I slowly stand up from the bed on wobbly legs and follow him out for the room and to our own. "That was a good sex. Grazie," I say as he closes our playroom door. "I'm so proud of you. You took three different dicks so well," he says as he lays down on the bed and pulls me to cuddle him. "None of them were even you," I say and he lets out a small laugh. I frown when I realise that means I've just had sex with three different men and none of them were my boyfriend. I'm a whore. "Why are you sad?" He asks and makes me look up at him.

The worst part was the fact that his men were the ones holding me down for him to do anything he wanted. “Fernando, get your hands off me,” I shouted. “Stop this.” He ignored my words, his fingers tugging at my panties. Forcefully, he stripped them off me, tearing the fabric out of his impatience. “Mi è mancata la tua pelle liscia. Una sensazione così bella.” [I’ve missed your smooth skin. Such a beautiful feeling.] If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have hesitated to sleep with Damien. Fernando kept spanking me, and not even once did any excitement run through my mind.

When Marcus noticed I no longer threw myself at him and tried to touch me one night, I pushed him away coldly. “Not in the mood.” Inside, I smiled, fingering myself later while replaying Damien stretching me open. My dirty secrets made me constantly wet. I embraced the disobedience completely. I had become a filthy, disobedient queen of my own dark cravings. Embracing humiliation, fingering, and endless pleasure. Damien had no idea what he’d unleashed.

"Did you already go back to the old ways, bringing slutty girls home. I know it's hard for you to repent ugh!" "It was Rita, come on. We partied last night, so uhm, she slept over at my place" "Oh it was Rita! How is she? Are you guys dating now? I can see you look excited" He scrutinized my face "We are not dating officially. We are almost there" He couldn't help but smile. "I mean… a whole lot have happened between us" "Woaaaaaaaaah!" Alex exclaimed. Finn smirked and shook his head. "You have taken after me, when did you start having a naughty and dirty mindset ugh! For your information, it's nothing of such" Finn stomp into his room but Alex followed him so as to pester him.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"But you do not call me Mr. Blackwood when I am inside you. You call me Damien. Or Sir. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, thick and hot. He did not give her time to adjust, just drove into her in one brutal thrust that made her cry out. He was big, stretching her almost to the point of pain, filling her completely. "Fuck, you are tight," Damien groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "So perfect. Like you were made for my cock." He did not start slow. There was no gentle buildup, no tender exploration. He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust driving her forward against the desk, the wood biting into her hips. The sound of skin slapping against s

she shot back. “Anyway, we had sex that night. It was supposed to be only the one night, a free pass because we were both desperate for each other.” I took a sip of whisky, wondering how much I was going to tell her. “Ah… you’re going to tell me every single fucking detail, Wren Montana,” Darcy demanded. When I looked at her, she added, “I can tell by the look on your face that you were wondering how much to spill. I want it all. Every. Illicit. Dirty. Detail.” She punctuated every word by thumping the bar, drawing the attention of some guys standing nearby. Whether it was the noise or her words, I realized we were gaining some attention.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

There was a local college where I could do my last semester, and then I'd get a raise and a bonus. I slugged through life, and then I found this club. It was my birthday. The day that Derrick was going to ask me to marry him. I wanted to forget myself. I hadn't felt any arousal for weeks since his death, but walking inside there one night, I felt myself come alive again. At least one part of me did. I started having sex with random strangers. I didn't want gentle and sweet. I wanted dark and dirty. I wanted filthy. And I found that and so much more in this dungeon.

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest