Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

"Then, I will call Mindy. Is she okay with you?" Treyton nodded. Mindy is a nurse. She had this condition that addicted to sex. It's like it's her medicine. When someone is able to read it, he is prevented from committing suicide. And he guessed that this disease is also strange, but it doesn't want to be treated so the Doctor can't do anything. Mindy is not a slut, she's safe because all men she's sleeping wear protection and will lab test first to find out that the man has no other disease apart from the penis.

Putting the test on the counter, I wash my hands and start to pace. Should I wait a minute or 5 minutes? Oh, shit, my nerves are getting the best of me. Shaking my hands and arms in a slight panic, I try to think of anything else. Gelato, horse number 4, pink shades in a rainbow. Okay, I should check right? Walking over to the test, I blinked at it. “Tsvetok” Shadow called out. Wrapping the test in toilet paper, I throw it into the trash can.

Waves of pleasure hit me, along with dead tiredness and aching muscles. I’m like Jell-O when I finally come down and he releases me. He sits up, straddling my legs. “I assume you guys in the NHL get regularly tested like we do in the fire department?” “Tested?” I’m so drunk on my orgasm it takes a second to register what he means. “Oh, for like, STDs and stuff? Yeah, we do. But also, considering my very long body count, you wouldn’t need to worry.” “Good.” He raises his hand and licks my cum off his fingers, and fuck, I swear that makes me come some more. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?”

I scroll further, and his list of options appears beneath his photo, all neatly itemized like a twisted menu: Dinner date with public affection – $500 Private cuddling and conversation – $350 Teasing over clothes, no nudity – $600 Overnight stay, fully clothed, talking, movies etc – $1,200 Light discipline (negotiable) – price upon request Yeah, even the descriptions f*el cold and clinical, it's like intimacy is just a set of tasks to be performed for a f*e. I can f*el Mark's eyes on my, waiting and already convinced that I will do it because he knows I'm too weak to refuse him.

I buy the test on my lunch break from a pharmacy three blocks from the office, not the one on the corner where the pharmacist knows Dante by name. I take it in the private bathroom attached to my office, lock the door, and sit on the closed toilet lid with the test face-down on the edge of the sink. Three minutes. I spend those three minutes reviewing a Morrison Tech report on my phone, because if I sit here thinking about what that test might say, I'll lose my mind completely. The timer goes off. I turn the test over and there I see two lines. I sit there for a very long time debating my next approach.

The assistant nodded and left. Daniel instructed a staff member to clean the cabin. Meeting Room The atmosphere inside the meeting room was tense. The assistant wiped sweat from his forehead nervously. Mr. Khanna spoke confidently, “So, Mr. Rajzada, have you considered my offer? My daughter is extremely beautiful—you can see for yourself.” Beside him sat a woman barely covered, rising from her seat and approaching Daniel seductively. “Just give me one night,” she whispered. “If I can’t satisfy you, then blame me.”

Then her voice returned, softer this time but no less commanding. "Before you are allowed to pass, you must pass a test. A truth detector test." I did not like that. My grip on Milo's hand tightened. "What kind of test?" Vex asked. The woman's voice echoed through the fog. "Each of you must state the hidden truth that is in your heart. One truth. One secret that you have never spoken aloud. If you speak truthfully, the mist will part, and you may pass. If you lie, the mist will swallow you, and you will never leave this place."

“I hope you're ready for today's test. The test will be conducted in our exam board room.” We walked into a room on the first floor. It was very large, with classy chairs and furniture. In front of the class were different devices. “Let's go straight to the point. Today you will be carrying out the soul imprint test, which tests whether your skill is real or was just an imitation.” “You will be given blank canvas materials made from our enchanted moon-thread, without the use of any tools. No drawing pencils but only your papers.” “Note… it responds to one's emotions.” She said before leaving.

Flashback Val POV "Fuck, just take off your panty and I made it quick!" I yelled to my new secretary. She had no idea why she was inside the restroom with me and why I am masturbating myself in front of her. This is me. I desire to get every woman I met just to hear their soft moans and to taste their wet cunt. "Do it now and I'll give you 200$ okay!" I told her and without any second thought, she quickly pulled her underwear down the floor.

“Hello Cole. I can’t begin to explain what a relief it is to hear you talk to me. I’ve been very worried about you.” “I’m sorry.” He responds almost automatically. “It’s not something you could control.” Demetri addresses him calmly. “The test I want to do is testing your memory. Maverick mentioned that your wolf might have woken up and coming out of Dormant Wolf Syndrome has the potential to stir up memories, even if they are subconscious. What I would like to do is speak names that you are familiar with. You have interacted with these wolves regularly and subconsciously, you should know who they are.”