Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

he asks, his voice low and careful, as if he’s scared I might say yes. I decide to go for it. “No, I’m not all right.” I don’t bother to fake a tremble, but I let my voice drop, softer and more honest than I meant. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…things I shouldn’t think about. Things I can’t say out loud.” He shifts in his seat, just a tiny movement, but I notice. “We all have temptations, Mara. The important thing is not giving in to them.”

The king-size bed is facing a full-tinted glass wall that appears to be a mirror of the entire room. "Are you ready for your physical?" Carnation nodded to Mist. When she saw the s*x toys on the couch, her chest heaved. Mist did not tell her what to do in the physical test, but she would not be surprised if she was asked to engage in lewd activity. "Fast will be with your partner for the physical test," Mist informed her. "Fast?" "Yes! For your physical test you must have s*x with Fast, your s*x partner tonight." Carnation swallowed big. She will have to s*x with a man she doesn't know? Oh, my God! But she can't do it!

My mind races, trying to come up with a solution, but all I can think of is the disaster that awaits me. The subject of my dirty fantasies, Maron Korolev, with his piercing gaze and seductive swagger, will see me naked. But worse still, he will see the jagged scar on my stomach. And as if that wasn't enough, he’ll also hear me orgasm as my cries echo through the room like the braying of a wild donkey. Maybe he’s already checking the damn email! Oh God! What have you done, Mindy??? Shit. This has to be the worst day of my life. How can this be happening? Wait, did I say his name while I was having my orgasm?

It emphasizes just how dirty and unkempt I’ve always felt in the presence of wealthy women, even though there’s nobody here to leer at me from the corner of their eye. I take the test out of the package, ensuring that every piece of plastic trash is contained within the box to avoid the possibility of leaving behind evidence. I’ll have to dump this box somewhere between here and Ruslan’s house. The test itself feels insubstantial and cheap in my hands, but it holds the ability to change my future forever. My anxiety makes it easy to pee. Now I wait. I set a timer on my phone for three minutes, promising myself to not even glance at the test until the timer has gone off. These might be the la

Luckily, he pulls into the driveway only a minute later. He stands outside the bathroom door, waiting for me. The test said to wait a few minutes until you check, but I look at that baby right away. The control line pops up first. I watch, waiting for the second line. I don’t see one, so I set the test down and pull my pants back up. After washing my hands, I open the door and Owen picks the test up off the floor. “You’re not pregnant,” he says after looking at the test for a good minute. “Is it weird I’m a little disappointed?”

⸻ I step out of the shower with my head still somewhere else, trying not to think too much, about the game, about Mateo, about Sofi, about the way everything feels stuck in my chest, so I focus on the basics, on the simple things, on what I can control. Dark jeans, a white t-shirt, a light jacket on top, nothing special, nothing that stands out, just enough so it doesn’t look like I was dragged out of the house, I run a hand through my hair, glance at myself in the mirror for a second and that’s it. I don’t need more. I grab my phone before leaving and, out of habit, check the team group chat. Mistake. Messages and more messages. Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration.

Noah’s voice curled around me like smoke, low and teasing, thick with lust. “But I’ve been dying to know,” he said as he dragged his knuckles along my thigh, “who made you cum the hardest yesterday?” Heat rippled down my spine. My lips parted, but the answer caught in my throat. I looked between them, between the hungry eyes and the tension winding in their shoulders. “Honestly,” I murmured, swallowing hard, “it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember.” Dennis stepped closer, his body radiating purpose. “We need to remedy that right away, Doctor.”

I pressed it once, just to make it real, and then I turned the water on hot. I stood under it until the heat stopped feeling like punishment and started feeling like something my body remembered how to take. I washed my hair twice. I washed my hands longer than they needed. I let the water run down my back and tried not to think about a needle in a neck, or gold stacked farther than the light, or Dallas’s mouth in a parked car under trees. When I finally shut it off, the room was full of steam and my skin was clean for the first time in days that had not been days so much as one long night with different skies.

It takes all of my restraint to pull my hand away and turn my attention back to the road. “I saw it… on the TV…” Her voice is hushed, confessional. “I saw it… this woman… in pigtails… and this guy… being her daddy…” “Did it make you wet?” She nods again. “I went to bed and touched myself, and it felt… icky… but nice…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “The word is dirty.” “Dirty…” she repeats. “It felt dirty… but nice… I couldn’t stop.”