Novel & Cerita Dirty Mind Poems

It wasn't a fancy invitation but rather it was an invitation to dig deeper into the lane that led directly to the very core of the cruel and brutal world I had grown and lived in. Its appearance had drowned and distinguished any and every fire that had begun to ignite in my life. It was a rainy evening. Droplets of rain scattered across the windowpane and the rooftop like drum beats threatening to crack open my rooftop just as my bleeding heart threatened to break free from its cage rib. The rain, they felt my aching heart and troubled mind and I felt theirs. Each tap added its own rhythm creating songs of chaos but as it sang, so did my mind. Both mirrored the chaos that it had to offer but

The world turned, and I couldn’t move. Sleep came and went in thin, broken waves. My eyes closed and opened to the tick of the hearth, to my own uneven breathing. I dreamed of ash. I dreamed of hands I couldn’t wash clean, and of others I once thought gentle. I woke at dawn with the taste of iron on my tongue and silence sitting heavy in the air like guilt that wouldn’t fade.

“That’s your new reality. Coming here. Bending over for me. Taking my cock and my money whenever I want. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.” The dirty talk should have made me angry. Instead it made my hole clench around him and my cock twitch untouched. He reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast—shooting across the floor with a broken moan while my hole spasmed around his cock.

Not to my quiet house, not to my respectable life. I'd belong to the craving, to the filth, to cocks and the kind of sin that eats you whole. But was I really about to fuck a man at a public restroom?

Anything. I am not immoral or rotten. I am not a sex addict. I am not the kind to be found in this kind of places full of shameless whores. God knows that my mind is far away from sex right now even with this hunky-dory ass grinding my front as if her life depends on it. Forget my member who is giving her the pleasure that my hands and emotions are denying her. The shock that slapped me today made me lose my focus. Can someone explain to me what the fuck is happening in this cursed life of mine?

I sat in the dark room for awhile before deciding I needed to take a shower. My panties were still wet from Rider's teasing earlier. I felt dirty that I liked what he did to me so much. He didn't deserve my virginity but I knew that he would take it for his sooner or later. Part of me wanted him to ravage** me. To make me a whimpering needy mess. Just the thought of that made my cheeks darken. What if wrong with me, I've never had such dirty thoughts before. I felt my core starting to throb as I thought of Riders hands on me. Ugh, I need a shower and a cold one at that.

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

“Cum for me, slut. Squeeze that ass around my dick while I fuck you like an alley whore.” Carla moaned loudly, the slap sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine straight to her swollen clit. She shoved her fingers into her dripping cunt, masturbating furiously—three fingers pumping rhythmically into the soaked slit, feeling his cock through the thin wall separating her holes, like an improvised double penetration. Juices ran down her legs, pooling on the ground and mixing with the filth—pebbles, trash, and old piss now contaminated with their hot bodily fluids. “Fuck, I’m getting ass-fucked while I finger myself—this is dirty paradise,” she thought, circling her clit with her thumb,

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.

But they don’t know the truth. Deep down, I’m a filthy, cock-hungry little slut who gets dripping wet at the thought of being used, degraded, and completely ruined. Every night in my dorm bed, I finger my tight pussy thinking about being someone’s secret whore — choked, spanked, and fucked until I can’t walk straight. And today, that dark fantasy is standing right in front of me.