Dirty Mind Test Novels & Stories

He wasn’t wrong anyway, but I have to kill the doubt, and act like a good wife. While I was having a mindful discussion with the good and evil in me, suddenly an email appeared in my inbox. The subject was "important." I opened it and read a single line: watch this and learn, but don’t touch yourself. Attached to the email was a video file. I opened it and was suddenly watching a video, a hardcore video. It wasn’t just one scene, it was a compilation of hardcore scenes of orgies, gangbang, bukkake, bdsm, male domination and scenes of punishment.

He gave the impression that, if he so desired, he could look into her soul and elicit knowledge. She brought her juice glass to the bathtub and lingered there for a while, wishing she had someone to give her a relaxing massage, but she soon thought about her adulterous partner and her broken marriage. She snarled while tossing her hair to the side. When her phone rang, it was an email containing the test's specifics. As she carefully raised her legs out of the bathtub, she wrapped her towel over herself. Her test was planned to take place last. According to the document, each prospective secretary will undergo testing once a week, one after the other

You’re going to make yourself sick. I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand and sat back on the bed, legs crossed. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. It would be so easy. Another private lab. Different one this time. I could take fresh samples .. mine and Elly’s ...and send them in under a fake name. Pay cash. No records. No Kingsley finding out. Just one more test. Just to shut this voice up inside me. My hands started shaking as I typed “private DNA testing near me discreet” into the search bar. Pages of results popped up. My heart raced. I clicked on one that promised 24-hour results and absolute confidentiality.

"Fine I'll take the test', I say taking the stick from his hand. I feel sick just touching it. And the idea of peeing in a stick has me really uncomfortable and I wonder how people enjoy this shit. Why not a cup where people can shit in? I'd put a baby's poo there and it would be negative. But no. These days, people have coconuts for brains. Sia included. I want to flush the stick down the toilet, but Sia would only get me another. I drop it on the floor and wash my hands, before coming out to meet him. "You can go check it. I'm not doing that", I say leaning against the wall closing my eyes. Three minutes felt so long and zi felt relieved, a little scared when I heard shuffling of feet. I o

Two weeks later . . . Mindy’s curiosity had gone into overdrive. She wanted to learn everything she could about sex. Thanks to the prize money from Garvey’s and the birthday cash her father had given her, she was able to order books about sex and sexual experiences. She had also ordered a book about how to be more femininely attractive. It covered how to engage a man and keep his interest and how to carry yourself. She had researched online about sex toys and how to use them – she had even ordered a few. And she had watched dirty movies online, which resulted in her getting a computer virus on her laptop. She had been too embarrassed to take it to the computer shop in town. What if they figu

I just know that if I were to ignore my morals and values and take advantage of the body I was given, I would only feel guilty and dirty in the end which would not be good for my mentality since I do have a tendency to overthink a lot. I was currently on my bed with the sexually transmitted test kits, and I was reading the instructions on how to properly do the test to limit errors. I got a roll or tape out and a sharpie to label the test. I was testing myself as well, just so that I could see if the test could be accurate as it claims on the box. I had recently gotten tested at one of my doctor’s appointments, so I know for certain that I am free from all infections. I collected specimens f

I did not want to attack another girl's reputation like that, but it was a matter of life and death, and I did not have much choice. Timothy grew furious when he heard what I had said. He treated Rachel like the innocent angel she was. Rachel would blush even when he held her hand. Little did he expect her to have a different image in private. The disappointment of being lied to made him clench his fists at Rachel. Seeing the chaos in the exam hall, I calmly picked up a random test paper and changed the name to mine before handing it to the invigilator. I quietly waited for three seconds. Nothing happened.

The same monstrous, veined beast I had touched myself to for months sprang out — thick, angry, and already leaking precum from the fat head. It looked even bigger up close. Longer. Heavier. The sight of it made my virgin hole clench visibly in front of everyone. A collective murmur went through the relatives. Darius gripped the base and slapped the heavy length against my swollen clit once, twice, three times making wet, obscene sounds that filled the chamber. I moaned like a broken slut, hips jerking, eyes rolling back. This was really happening. My father was barely in the ground, and tonight, on this ancient altar, my uncle was going to ruin me in the most public, degrading, and fertile w

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.