Dirty Mind Poems Novels & Stories

I couldn't think properly as we rode back from the club. What on earth had I done? I felt so guilty and stupid. How could I throw away two years of Harry and I away just for sex with a complete fucking stranger. I sat in the back of the limo with my heels in my hand and my head resting against the cold window. The girls were also drunk and some were asleep. “Meg, are you alright?” Jade tapped me. I took my head off the window to look at her. She definitely had a time. Her makeup was all over the place and her eyes were droopy.

I was standing here in the shower like a desperate whore, frantically rubbing my pussy and moaning my husband’s uncle’s name. My face burned with shame. I pressed my thighs together, but it only made the aching need worse. My clit was still throbbing, begging for release. My pussy felt so empty and wet. “Oh my god… what the fuck is wrong with me?” I whispered, horrified. My voice cracked. “When did I turn into such a dirty little slut?” I turned the water even hotter, letting it burn my skin as if I could wash the guilt away. But the images wouldn’t leave. I could still hear dream-Ares’s filthy words in my head, still feel the ghost of his mouth sucking my clit.

Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart, shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart. Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare, sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair. Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure. Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour. Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust, the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust. The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

You know I'm tryna spend some time, yeah I'm tryna do a little mind fuckin' You gon' love it, baby, tell me do you mind Me fuckin' with your mind? One more time, one more time So do you mind, baby If we could do a little mind fuckin'? Let's discuss it, let me touch it, get inside Do you mind if I fuck your pretty little mind? Mind fuckin' Oh, we mind fuckin', yeah

In the school, when Lauren and Daphne were still chatting excitedly, a handful of mud fell from the sky and landed on the two of them. "AHH!" The two of them hurriedly stood up, shaking off the sand. .... .... Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain, living a life with nothing to gain, Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame. Do you know of a place unseen, A place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night. Do you know of a place so cold,

Just silent streams running down my cheeks, mixing with the water and vanishing before they ever had a chance to exist. He touched me. I squeezed my eyes shut. The images returned immediately, burned into the backs of my eyelids like scars I’d never get rid of. His breath. His voice. His dirty hands. No. Don’t go there. Don’t let it own you. My breath hitched. I scrubbed harder. My skin was red. But still I felt filthy. Contaminated. Like I’d been smeared with something that went deeper than the surface—something invisible but suffocating.

Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.

"A sinful remedy, An evil enemy that grants false clarity. Once you start, it grips your soul, You cannot escape; it's in control. life's problems disappear, The world becomes a paradise, free of pain and all fear, Sedated under a spell as you drift away, Forgetting the fact that there's a price to pay Your bodystarts shaking, your beart's now aching: Your bead starts spinning, the world turns blurry, Limbs go numb, and you start to worry, You scream and cry, but no ones near, motionless, overwbelmed with Endless fear. you fade away and see the light, addiction claims your soul tonight" Zack starred at me, almost like captivated by my words. I could feel how touched he was by the poem. "That