Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

“Fuck… yes… look at it stretching your little neighbor’s cunt, Mr. Reynolds…” I fucked myself hard, sloppy n wet. The dildo made obscene squelching sounds every time I slammed it deep inside. My tits swung wildly, oil flying off them in tiny droplets My ass jiggled with every thrust. I talked dirty the whole time, voice hoarse and shameless, loud enough to carry across the alley. “You like watching me get fucked like a whore? You like seeing this fat cock ruin my tight nineteen-year-old pussy while your wife sleeps downstairs? Bet you wish it was your huge dick splitting me open instead…” I whispered.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Being out here exposed with him touching me like this felt so raw and exciting. My mind raced with filthy thoughts of him filling me up breeding me right in the dirt where anyone could walk by. He switched to my other tit, biting the sensitive peak then soothing it with his tongue. “These perfect tits bouncing while I fuck you. You’re gonna be my little secret slut aren’t you Ava.” His words pushed me closer to the edge and I moaned louder not holding back. The garden felt like our own dirty playground. But then he slowed his fingers still buried deep but not moving enough to finish me.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

“That’s your new reality. Coming here. Bending over for me. Taking my cock and my money whenever I want. No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you.” The dirty talk should have made me angry. Instead it made my hole clench around him and my cock twitch untouched. He reached around and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast—shooting across the floor with a broken moan while my hole spasmed around his cock.

“Cum for me, slut. Squeeze that ass around my dick while I fuck you like an alley whore.” Carla moaned loudly, the slap sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine straight to her swollen clit. She shoved her fingers into her dripping cunt, masturbating furiously—three fingers pumping rhythmically into the soaked slit, feeling his cock through the thin wall separating her holes, like an improvised double penetration. Juices ran down her legs, pooling on the ground and mixing with the filth—pebbles, trash, and old piss now contaminated with their hot bodily fluids. “Fuck, I’m getting ass-fucked while I finger myself—this is dirty paradise,” she thought, circling her clit with her thumb,

I'd only be sucking up to him because he was my boyfriend's dad. Max: Good. Now... reward me. I’m stuck in this hotel room alone and I’m horny asf. Send me a nude. Show me what I’m missing💦😝😝 I groaned, leaning my head back against the cushion. My body felt like lead, and the thought of posing in my damp undies was exhausting. I felt like garbage. Me: Max, I feel like dirt. Let me clean up first. I’ll send you something when I’m human again.

Same treatment—throat-fucking Isla while three fingers twist deep in Marlowe’s ruined, leaking holes, curling against her g-spot until she’s crying around my knuckles. They’re both utterly destroyed now: mascara-streaked, cum-glazed, hair matted, bodies shaking, holes gaping and dripping. I push them flat, side by side. Legs splayed wide. Cunts and asses presented like offerings. I kneel between them. Fist my cock—slow, deliberate, obscene strokes. “Beg. Like the ruined cum-dolls you are.” Their voices crash together—raw, reverent, desperate: “Please—come all over your filthy whores—”