Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

I start rubbing my button and pleasure surges through my body. “Such a dirty girl,” Holt’s whisper in my ear. “Touching yourself while you’re stuffed with two cocks. I bet you wish you had a third cock stuffed in your tight little ass right now, don’t you?” As degrading as Holt’s words are, I’m so turned on that I’m past the point of caring. I use his words as fuel, touching myself harder as I replay them in my mind. Dirty little girl. Bet you wish you were stuffed with three cocks.

’ But it doesn’t stop there anymore. Beneath my words, in another writing— his handwriting and the poem continues. ‘Oh, I burn for the forbidden, For the touch that condemns, For the desire that damns.’ ‘My hunger knows nothing but that it wants, and no guilt nor shame attached to it.’ ‘I am ruined by wanting. Ruined by the ache of almost.’ ‘Let me taste sin on your tongue. ‘Let me memorize the terrain of your surrender.’

** Trigger Warning** This collection is not safe. Not for your morals. Not for your comfort. Inside these pages, you’ll find public degradation, corruption of innocence, voyeurism, cum worship, daddy kinks, strap-ons, virgin ruin, twisted love, and begging that sounds a lot like prayer. There are no safe words here. Only wrong men. Wet sheets. And women who stop pretending they want to be saved. If you’ve ever said “just one more chapter” with a hand between your thighs

“Now I just need to figure out what love poem speaks to me.” “The third poem it pretty easy too, since it has to be one you don’t understand and you won’t analyze it yourself, you can choose any poem,” Anna said and continued her search through the Poetry Anthology. She points to a poem called ‘Attention’ by Madlie de Wet and opens the Poetry Anthology to the poem. Attention By Madlie de Wet In a dark room, people everywhere I look from familiar faces to non-familiar faces Unseen, Unheard, Unloved

“Feel my fingers fucking both your greedy little holes? Your pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down to your ass, making it nice and slick for me. You like being stuffed full like this, don’t you? My dirty little waitress getting her cunt and tight virgin ass played with by a dangerous mafia boss.” “Yes—god, yes—” I cried out, hips rolling shamelessly against his hand now. The pressure was building again, faster and hotter than before. Every thrust of his fingers sent white-hot sparks racing through my entire body. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering both my holes filled the luxurious bedroom — slick, filthy, rhythmic squelching that made my cheeks burn with shame and arousal.

I started typing, the words pouring out of me like poison. “You really thought you could just disappear and everything would go away, you disgusting slut? I saw you at that party. I saw what a cheap whore you are. Spreading your legs for old men like Chandler Callahan. Does his cock taste better than the others? Bet you let him fuck you raw every night while his daughter sleeps down the hall. You’re pathetic. I hit send. Then another.

That's when I got dirty. I stuck my middle finger, slicken by her juice, into her puckered ass, and began working it. In. Out. In. Add a second finger. In. Out. In. Out. Add a third finger. In. Out. In. Spit on the fingers. In. Out. In. Out. The effect was immediate.

"Your cunt is sucking my fingers like a desperate slut. So tight. So fucking sloppy. I bet you've been thinking about this, haven't you? Sitting in my lectures with this fat ass and these huge tits, wondering what my hands would feel like inside you." I whimpered, nodding frantically. The dirty talk pushed me closer to the edge. My pussy made obscene noises as he fingered me harder, twisting his wrist, hitting every sensitive spot. My juices ran down his wrist. I could smell my own arousal in the air, musky and sweet. "Please," I begged. "Please don't stop."

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”