Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

The break was brief—just long enough for cool champagne to be pressed to Lila’s lips and for gentle fingers to wipe the sweat from her brow. Victor and Jade moved around her like they’d choreographed this a hundred times, murmuring praise that made her float even as her body still trembled from the last orgasm. “Look at her,” Jade said softly, tracing a fingertip through the mess Victor had left across Lila’s back. “Absolutely perfect.” Victor returned from the toy table with a sleek black plug—medium sized, tapered, with a gleaming emerald jewel at the base that matched Jade’s gown. He held it up so Lila could see.

Candice had a rare dream that night. It was a jumble of everything—her twenty-something self, Daniel, Alex, and later, even Sonia and Nina. Everyone was laughing, though she couldn't fathom why, until she followed their gaze to see another version of herself standing in the corner, looking disheveled. Startled, Candice abruptly woke up in the dimly lit room. She blinked, feeling devoid of sleepiness. Ellis slept in her small bed, while Candice picked up her phone to check her WhatsApp. She noticed a video sent by Erica, which she watched on mute.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

How I suck on your earlobe while I say dirty things to get you off without even touching your clit. LonelyGirl: Please touch my clit. Your fingers felt so good. I want your tongue tracing me everywhere. LimberJack: Greedy girl! Marathon, not a sprint. But not gonna lie I love that you are as turned on by me as I am by you. LonelyGirl: We have to add pictures and videos to this app. LimberJack: Fuck yes we do! That's brilliant. You. Are. Brilliant. LimberJack: And sexy, wanted by at least two other men, who knows how many others. But who do you belong to.

I threw myself on the bed, closed my eyes, and let myself be carried away by my imagination. I could see her tied by her arms and legs as she begged me to destroy her pussy, like she couldn’t hold it anymore. I smiled in the most sinister way I could. “That is not the kind of person you are.” From a moment to another, I could hear in the distance the image changed completely, now I was on a beach hugging this girl looking at the sea, for a moment that image filled me with peace. Then I could feel regret flooding me, As soon as I opened my eyes and thought about undoing what I had done, but there was no way, now that girl’s face was on the information highway- The immortal highway.

Fig started off, “First question, would you allow one to die to save the lives of ten?” The moment she posed the question, her staff glowed a blue hue and two very vivid images appeared on the front of two red doors in front of them, first one showed a man who was looking around like he was lost and the other showed five men and five women, all sharing the same confused body language. “Is this real or just in my head?” Rex asked, squinting at the images, trying to ascertain if they were actually real. “If it were just in your mind, what makes you think it still is not real?” Fig asked, dropping one of her long fingernails down the back of Rex’s hand, producing a thin cut in his skin.

She continued muttering the spell a little loudly and the images cleared up. She saw Nate. His face crinkled—as if he were in pain and sweat glimmered over his forehead. The picture changed—a dank, dark room. She smelled cigarette. Foul and disgusting. Another image—The Shack. From the outside. But she only saw a part of the place. Most of it was actually the building beside it. A dark, abandoned warehouse with shattered window panes and cobwebs that anyone seldom visited. Her eyes fluttered open and for the fraction of a second Eira felt a blinding pain shoot through her skull. She groaned and fell to the floor but recovered quickly. Her eyes found Damien—still and silent.

Noah muttered as he pulled down his trousers and boxers. He began stroking his m*nhood in front of the sink. When he closed his eyes, the vivid imagery from his dream came back to him—tauntingly. His hand was nothing compared to the softness and heat of that p*ssy in his dream. He could still feel the sensation it caused in his body. His muscles hardened with every thrust of his length into his partner. It had felt too real. If that dream had gone on longer, he probably would’ve woken up with a mess in his pants. Sh*t! He couldn’t stop. Ingrid was the one he saw in his imagination as his hand quickly pumped his member. Ingrid was bouncing up and down on his lap as her healthy br*asts jiggled