Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Conan shrugged “ well not exactly , you gotta see the content “ “ what the actual fuck “ ten or so pictures dropped open from the envelope , all my words got lost at once as I gazed at the photographs that had fallen on the ground . Each of the photograph was filled with proactiveness , a girl was sitting in a dingy room on a chair , clad in a fluffy and lacy lingerie , in another she was completely naked with nipple piercings - but the scary thing was , the girl in the photos didn’t look proactive at all compared to her dress , she was covered in blood , I couldn’t see her face as in each photograph her face was mutilated as if someone had clicked on the photos and then use a sharp blade to

“Over there is a camera,” Damien points at the big portrait of a naked lady. “You love to sleep naked and I will watch you every damn day you part thouse legs in a restless sleep… … spread your pussy in my view while you moan and soak your linens from your sex dream like a dirty whore.” What?! I mean, I know he’s a psycho. But this level of obsession?! His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my pussy and hold back from cumming in the puddle.

"Oh Jesus, Mom they are still . . . even now . . . so big and beautiful." Jimmy has spent many a long night dreaming of those tits as he stroked himself to untold hardness. Those tits, those fabulous all natural 37 F tits of hers, have done nothing less than fuel a thousand masturbatory fantasies each resulting with untold buckets of his cum being spilled. And now once again here they are- right in front of his eyes -bare, big and beautiful as ever.

There’s nothing in me but an agonizing pit of despair and hopelessness as I’m lying crumpled and useless on a bed. Food doesn’t tempt me, I can’t swallow water, and the thought of getting up is abhorrent to me. I’ve thrown up so many times since I got here, maybe a reaction to the emotional trauma. Thoughts of Jake and Marissa run over and over through my head. My imagination taking hold, running wild, seeing them kissing passionately, hands running up and down her body pushing things further. I can’t shake it; every new visualization becomes more detailed and more excruciating than the last. I’m literally torturing myself into insanity.

She felt nothing else. “Oh—right there,” she moaned, making the words sound breathless and desperate. She was very, very good at this. Levi’s thrusts grew shorter and more frantic. His grip on her wrists tightened. A moment later he buried himself to the hilt with a long, broken groan and came hard inside her, pulsing deep. Mira timed her own fake orgasm to match his, clenching deliberately around him and letting out a high, shaky cry that she had practiced in the mirror more times than she cared to admit.

It was definitely not a tutorial home. In that dimly lit, damp and dark room, overwhelmed with the abominable concoction of a stench of urine, cigarettes, sweat and other things I couldn’t figure out, for a moment, I found myself and Junali in a world, that wasn’t ours. Memories of the previous meets gushed out as coloured images in the speed of light, something felt unbearably heavy within, as those images gradually became monochromatic and then disappeared altogether into a distant black dot. In the red polka dotted, square-neck top, blue jeans, black kitten heeled shoes, tresses drooping over her shoulders, with that pair of gaudy scarlet glossy lips, with the look of a poster just cut ou

When Val looks back, he almost forgets everything in the city and his maids when this innocent girl broke his promise not to play bad boy again. Her deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks made her look cute and irresistible. She was wearing a duster as he saw in a movie when a girl got pregnant. Her skin tone was perfect, a true Filipina shade, morena beauty. Her body's petite shape made him more excited to throw her on the bed. He likes small girls with huge tits and butt. He blush in shame when she spoke. He gulped his saliva by staring at her natural beauty. "I'm so sorry for being naive." He replied and the girl smiled at him.

Josh seems to be unconscious, which was probably caused by the massive lump on his head. Slowly I reach out a hand and shake him. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes extremely slowly. As he gets up he looks around for his attacker but can’t find it. I glance at the monster, well what use to be the monster. It had lost its entire colour, now just greyish colours like the sky on an overcast day; it’s eyes just black holes in its head. Josh looks up and see’s Ash and says “What’s that dickhead doing here? And why are you here Natalie?” “I could ask you the same question Josh. Ash and

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

Zoey asked from where she was seated next to me, looking curious. It was far easier to understand the club by personally experiencing it, but since I'd planned on bringing it up, I'd already come up with a reasonable explanation. "The more accurate name for it is probably the 'Imagination Club.' It's all about working on expanding your creativity and learning to use all of your senses when making something. Like, for instance, it's easy to paint a woman in a dress, but then it can become so much more by showing it blowing in the wind around her, and how that causes it to move." Dad still looked a bit dubious, but both my mom and Zoey were slowly nodding along.