Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

I told myself. Writing poems is therapeutic to me, and sometimes I get lost in what I’m writing, not even bothering to think. I let myself write mindlessly, so into it, that I could feel myself humming, yet I couldn’t hear it. I was in an euphoric state. By the time I had come out of it, I realized that I had written a four, full-page erotic poem, and I didn’t have to guess who it was about. Her gaze, striking and fiery,

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

Even under the spell of misty salacity that the man employed, her heart still acknowledged that she had been defiled. "Forgive me, Randall." Were the silent thoughts of Minerva as her pussy squeezed greedily unto the monstrous cock that sought to map the entirety of its slippery hole. "Plok Plok Plok!" was the sounds of flesh pounding on each other. The scent inside the room smelled of pussy juice as it flowed ever unceasingly unto the body of the man. "Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh!" Minerva's moans were a seductive music to the ears of the man below her.

now means this: being used, being claimed, being emptied out on a carpet while skyscrapers watch. And then… the bath. The cleaning. That’s the part that would break me. After he’s been inside you, after he’s made you scream, he washes you like a child. Like something precious he’s just finished using. It’s the ultimate mind-fuck. You’re not a slut; you’re a treasure he just dirtied and is now polishing. How do you come back from that? How do you look at a normal man who fucks you and then falls asleep?

"Please! I'll be good, I promise. Let me be good for you." I slid my hand between her legs and patted her pussy, short firm little slaps that turned out to be surprisingly wet. "I'm sorry!" she cried, squirming deliciously. I slid my fingers into her soaked pussy, making her cry out. She opened her legs, and I hammered at her pussy, two fingers pounding away inside of her. "Please, Alex. Not like this. Don't make me come like this, it's embarrassing," she moaned. I reached my opposite hand across her body, and started pushing my finger tip against her little brown rose bud. "No, Alex, that's dirty, stop, please."

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

Even his name felt forbidden. I hesitated, then let it pour out. "I've had thoughts…filthy ones. About a man taking me roughly, his hands pinning me down while he thrusts into me without mercy. I imagine sucking him deep, choking on his cock until tears run down my face. And... worse. Him fucking my ass hard, making me beg for forgiveness even as I come undone." The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. My cheeks burned, but relief mixed with a twisted thrill. Why tell a priest? Because no one else would judge without recoil.

Ass and Pussy: A Double-Ended Night of Sin The Gauntlet of Lust: One Woman, Five Cocks, One Night Plugged and Filled: A Threesome That Left Her Ruined The Pussy’s Gateway: Filling Her Ass While She Screams Drenched in Their Load: A Gangbang to Remember Double The Trouble: Taking Two Cocks in Her Tight Ass The Orgy Protocol: Surrendering to the Whole Room The Maid’s Dirty Secret: Fucked on the Laundry Room Floor Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.