Dirty Mind Poems Novels & Stories

An inch closer, my index finger slide into little space between her boob's. I pull her closer. She fall and trip right on me. I exhale heavily. I ignore her dirt smell and continously irritating stains She's externally dirty but internally delicious. Her honey pot ain't stained.. My palm and finger's roam her body. Her head tilts backwards. "Why the mind chance love?" I question lowly. My cold whispery words curve down her neck. Her senses instantly returns. Embarasment replace her expression. Her lips take a W look alike shape.

I craved the overwhelming sensation of being used, passed around, covered in cum, and left shaking and leaking from every hole. My mind kept spinning filthy fantasies of multiple men surrounding me, taking turns, filling me up until I couldn’t think straight. I was a slut. A shameless, dirty, filthy mess already. One cock would never be enough to ease the deep, throbbing ache in my pussy tonight. I needed to be gang-fucked, stretched, and bred until I couldn’t walk. My dirty daydream shattered when my roommate Lissa called my name from the other side of the room. “Gina!”

They seem comfortable with being stuck here in this basement while I am on the verge of losing my mind. My innocence mind is racing with a million thoughts, I'm so curious... My mind is spinning with the dirtiest thoughts and my pussy pulsing to the sinful ideas of my stepbrothers taking till I am nothing but a sobbing mess under them. The dirty imagery makes my pussy clench as my sweet pussy juice stains my panties, "hmmm" I moan quietly, bringing my hand down to cup my pussy through my short dress- 'I hope they don't see me' my brain says, 'can't they see me?' my body screams.

The weird taste of the off-brand Kool Aid hung thick on his tongue. “Are you gonna cum soon baby? I need. Need . . . ” Reality became shiny along the edges. Some underpaid editor had over-saturated the colors. Things behind him? A door creek? Cold air? The world began to . . . No, not the world. His mind! His mind began drip-drip-dripping plop drip drip collecting into a puddle of nonsense at his feet lights and boxers and monsters in a pool of liquid rock, shaking sticks

Fire blazed across my scalp like a forest fire. Happy place . . . just think of pretty fields filled with wildflowers. A fast-flowing river with a picturesque waterfall. Mountains that touched the sky and forest terrain for miles. Clean, unpolluted air and the taste of freedom. Harrison barked out a strangled cry as he flooded my mouth. There was no way I was going to swallow his filth. Instead, I spewed it onto the grimy floor, spitting out every last bit like it was poison. His belt jingled as he fastened his clothing. The sense of shame nestled deep in my gut. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye, I just stayed there hoping he would turn around and leave. And he did, but not bef

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.

**barkha bijlee, baadal, jhooThe jhooThi phoolon ki saugaatein sachchi tu hai, sachcha main hoon sachchi apne dil ki baatein (these rains, lightning, clouds, are all lies, and so are the gifts of flowers. you're true, and I'm true, and true is what's in our hearts.) daskhat haathon se haathon pe karde tu na kar aankhon pe palkon ke parde tu kya ye itna baRaa kaam hai, ailaan hai... (sign your name on my hands with your hands. don't hide your eyes with your eyelids. is it such a big thing, such a big announcement?)**

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────