Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

Today, I had caught the fool with my own two eyes, trapped in a room with two freshman girls, fucking them both. Just thinking about the sight made me intensely nauseous. One had her mouth wrapped tightly around him while he licked the wet pussy of the other. The dirty, desperate moans of those idiotic girls still echoed in my head—especially the way one of them had looked up, locked eyes with me, and smiled cunningly right through her moans. The doorbell chimed again, abruptly interrupting the toxic spiral of my thoughts.

“Tell me you want it,” Kyran said then, thrusting three fingers in so hard that Ryder cried out from the pain, his wrist rattling the chain as he momentarily tried to pull himself free. He merely nipped at the rise of Ryder’s left ass cheek and ordered again, “Tell me. Say you want my fat cock to replace my fingers and fuck you like the filthy flower you are.” “What,” Ryder sucked in a breath, “the actual hell does that even mean?” Was the drug making his brain slower than before or did those words make no sense? “What’s a filthy flower?”

he roared, his palm rubbing quickly on my tip making me over sensitive, my thighs frailed. “Fucking horny bastard! You like the humiliation?” I whimpered, fucking his wet palm. “Yesssss” I hissed. “You're a needy pig who loves being fucked mercilessly by strangers, huh?” My eyes rolled but no words came out. “Fucking answer me, you cum pig” he barked. “Yes” I shouted, high on pleasure, my cock twitching at his dirty words. “Clear off the road, Martins” “Yes, Sir”

sa dekha nahi khoob-soorat koyi Jism jaise ajanta ki moorat koyi Jism jaise nigaahon pah jaadu koyi Jism naghmah koyi Jism khush-bu koyi Jism jaise mahakti hui chaandani Jism jaise machalti hui raagini Jism jaise kih khilta hua ik chaman Jism jaise kih sooraj ki pahli kiran Jism tarsha huwa dil-kash o dil-nisheen Sandaleen sandaleen Marmareen marmareen (We've never seen one with such beauty as she

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.

But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside. One slick finger circled the tight ring, pressing gently. The stretch burned so sweetly I gasped pushing deeper and feeling my inner walls flutter around the intrusion. “Fuck,” I moaned. “It feels so dirty… but I love it.” I worked the fingers and out slowly letting the fullness spread. My other hand found my clit rubbing in tight circles while I imagined a thick cock replacing my fingers, pushing into my ass while another filled my cunt. “I want to be bred tonight,” the words slipped out of my mouth sounding so raw and uncut. “I

My mind instantly became a filthy movie, one crude thought after another flashing through my head in half a minute. I stood up again and excused myself. I needed air. I needed to get my mind out of the fucking gutter and my heart to stop trying to beat its way out of my chest. But no amount of cold water on my face could wash away those dirty thoughts. Nothing could stop the porno playing in my head.

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

My mind screams no, but my blood says yes. God, if they knew… if they knew this is all I wanted, they’d never let me go back to being the sweet, boring bride. They’d see me for what I am: filthy. Hungry. A girl who wants two black cocks in her before she weds. I squeeze my eyes shut but when I open them again, the second dancer is already brushing the thick head of his cock against my lips. It’s soft enough to be mistaken for an accident, yet hard enough that I know it isn’t.