Dirty Little Secrets Novels & Stories

When I finished writing that, I suddenly started writing in my journal about this, from how it started to the whole scene. And as I’m speaking to you, I am staring at the page, at the last sentence: ‘If you want big money, you have to do something dirty for it.’ Then I titled the journal's day entry as Dirty Money.

“But other than that…this has to be our dirty little secret.” I raised my eyebrows. “Dirty little secret?” I mused. “Why do I actually like the sound of that?” “It’s thrilling, isn't it?” Night smirked, placing a kiss to my shoulder. “Going behind everyone’s back and sneaking around to do…dirty little…things…” His hand travelled down my abdomen to grip my cock with his fingers as he said ‘things’, making me grit my teeth as I felt desire course through me yet again. “Hey.” I complained, shooting him a glare. “Who do you think you’re calling little?”

“Cold, broody, totally irresistible. You could totally get him—” “Excuse me?” I interrupted, a laugh bursting out of me. “Yes,” Natalia said, waving a hand like she was stating a simple fact. “You could totally get a piece. Seriously, Amelia, hop on that dick. I bet it must be humongous.” I snorted. “Hop on what? He’s horrid and you two are insane.” They both just looked at me and shrugged in unison. “Trust me. He’s perfect bad boy material,” Lizzie insisted.

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

"No, just... it's our shit. Private. But if you wanna blab to my bestie, fine, whatever." She shoved at my chest, sitting up a little, tears welling up suddenly and angry. "Private? Bullshit. You're scared she'll judge you or me. Fuck that, Riley. If we're doing this, whatever this is, I'm not hiding like some dirty secret. Makes me feel like crap." "Chloe, wait.. "

A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight down into the waistband. Maya pressed her thighs together. Heat bloomed low in her belly, instantly. She’d seen him naked once, four years ago, the summer before senior year. She’d come over unannounced to return Lila’s charger and heard the unmistakable slap of skin on skin and loud moans from Ethan’s room. The door cracked, she’d looked. He’d had some girl bent over the edge of his bed, skirt shoved up, panties around one ankle. Ethan behind her, jeans barely past his hips, fucking her with long, punishing strokes.

The second I was close enough, he pulled me down onto his lap, straddling him. “You’ve been wet since we took off, haven’t you?” he murmured, sliding his hand under my dress. “Cocky bastard,” I whispered. His fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked me slowly. I sucked in a sharp breath. “Already soaked,” he said with dark satisfaction. “My dirty little wife.” He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning. My head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Ahh— fuck…” The moan slipped out before I could stop it, low and shaky.

“Then why did you never tell me about that?” “I was sick!” She yelled. “I was sick, dad” And there was a crack in her voice, although believable, only the two of us knew the truth. “Well how am I supposed to believe any word you say now?” Davis questioned and from afar, I saw the glimmer in her wet eyes as she inched closer to him. “We just went to the lake.” She whispered. “But you didn’t tell me about that, did you?” He asked. “What happened to never keeping secrets, Summer? It was our pact” He said. “Since when do you look me in the eyes and lie to me?” He snarled.

"I know that I am just going to have to roll with it and see what tomorrow night brings. Daniel is going to the club undercover, and we have video surveillance at her house, so we should have all the bases covered." Cassie leaned forward, scooped Mooch up, and nuzzled her face to his chubby neck. She wanted to talk about her wandering vagina, but she was afraid of being judged. Eryn could read her like a book. "What aren't you telling me?" "I think I might be a nymphomaniac, or hypersexual, or something," Cassie blurted it out while she had the courage.

i went back to my room ,claiming tiredness and laid on my bed texting,my boyfriend and friends,someone knocked on my door,and came in some guy who asked for my laundry,i pointed at my clothes i hadd thrown in the hamper,he took em all. after about an hour i realized my underwear was also in the hamper my face grew red,i sprung up and searched for the laundry room after walking around for like 10min ,i heard a low humming sound that sounded like a washing machine i smiled in victory,but as i got closer i started hearing grunts and whispered cuss words,my curiousity got the best of me,i slowly tip toed to the door,thank god these werent squeaky tiles,i got to the door and it was slightly ajar,