Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

I groaned. He moved his finger in and out, curling it hard. Faster, and even faster as he continued, then he sent another finger. Using his thumb to circle my clit as his fingers curled inside my pussy. I felt pleasured, now I only wanted to get smashed nothing mattered anymore. I was rocking my waist as he finger-fucked me, he sent his finger in and out pussy curling it hard till I cummed on his finger. “Oh fuck, this maid is a loosed tap” he said sleazily. “I am about to have a taste of you myself”

An inch closer, my index finger slide into little space between her boob's. I pull her closer. She fall and trip right on me. I exhale heavily. I ignore her dirt smell and continously irritating stains She's externally dirty but internally delicious. Her honey pot ain't stained.. My palm and finger's roam her body. Her head tilts backwards. "Why the mind chance love?" I question lowly. My cold whispery words curve down her neck. Her senses instantly returns. Embarasment replace her expression. Her lips take a W look alike shape.

It’s dark in the room, only illuminated by the streetlight coming through the window. I bury my face between her breasts, and she curls her legs up. Her hands land on top of my head and she starts to push me down, guiding me to her pussy. My heart speeds up even more, and pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock. I want more than anything to pull off her panties and lash my tongue against her clit, over and over again until she’s coming hard on my face. But I shouldn’t. Not like this. Not when she’s drunk.

“Fuck Lila, I know you are a secret freak under all those books. Bet that pussy gets soaked just like this when you think about me. Want to choke you on my cock, watch those pretty lips stretch wide while you gag and drool all over my balls. Then flip you over and pound that cunt till you squirt.” His groans turned into rough grunts, hips stuttering as he got close, the wet slapping sounds filling the closet completely. Sweat dripped from his brow, running down his neck, his whole body tense and shining as he chased that release. My own fingers plunged deeper, curling against that spot inside me that made my toes curl, my other hand squeezing one heavy tit through my shirt, pinching the nipp

His other hand ripped my thong aside to ram three thick fingers into my sloppy, fertile hole "Jesus, this cunt's a fucking swamp," he grunted against my tit, finger-fucking me brutally, thumb grinding my clit. "Starving for your ex's dick. Beg louder! scream for me, baby. Scream for my cock like the needy cumslut you are.”

Hell, maybe it’s about time I just outright ask him. “Are you only helping me because of your father?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips before I can catch them. He looks back, his gaze intent on mine. “There are many forbidden secrets in Hell, but none of them will drop from my lips this evening.” I recognise the famous poet, a Rivermare Wolf who sold millions of his poems to humans and Wolves. The poem is about a human who falls in love with a ghost who he can never love, but in the end it turns out he was the ghost all along. The human wasn’t a human, but a Demon, luring his soul down to the pits of Hell.

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”