Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

Spent a little quality time with a shower head. It was a lie, but I wish it hadn't been. These are like cubical showers with little privacy so even the thought of using myself to get off felt wrong. But maybe that felt right... LimberJack: well good morning to you! my tongue would love to get aquatinted with your pussy. Is it bare? LonelyGirl: Depends on if I'm w someone or not ;) LimberJack: ok so pretend from now until this test is over you are with me. how would that pretty pussy look?

His thumb found my clit again, rubbing slow circles while his fingers curled inside me, stroking that perfect ridge over and over. “Look how bad you are,” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. “Dripping all over my hand with your mom five feet away. Such a filthy little thing.” The words hit like gasoline on fire. I arched back even harder, grinding against his cock, desperate for more friction. He pulled his fingers free, slow, torturous, leaving me empty and aching. Then he shifted us.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

She's definitely a man's fantasy. "Oh, boy, I can see your body moving Half animal, half man I don't, don't really know what I'm doing But you seem to have a plan...🎶🎶" Mort cleared his throat at the sultry scene, clenched both hands and jaw at the sight. The way his emerald eyes dilated stare at her under his thick and black lashes is intense, hot and dark. "I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie And I'm starting to feel you, boy

His voice was dark and full of promise when he whispered, “I’m going to own all of you. Body, mind, and soul.” A shiver ran down my spine, and my body clenched even harder around the one beneath me. His words weren’t just dirty—they were a vow. A claim. My body responded instantly, heat rushing through me, my heart racing like it might burst. His hands spread my cheeks apart slowly, exposing me in a way that made me whimper. I felt completely at their mercy, open and vulnerable, but instead of fear, there was only need. Then I felt it—the wet, hot slide of his spit hitting my tight, untouched hole. I gasped out loud, my head snapping up at the sensation. The act was filthy, shameless, and it

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.

Not to my quiet house, not to my respectable life. I'd belong to the craving, to the filth, to cocks and the kind of sin that eats you whole. But was I really about to fuck a man at a public restroom?

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Ava rode Oliver while I sat on Julian’s face, his talented tongue working my clit and pussy until I came with a shuddering moan. Then Julian had me bent over the edge of the bed, slamming into me from behind while Ava and Oliver 69’d beside us, the wet slurping sounds mixing with our skin slapping. Hours seemed to pass in a haze of pleasure. The room filled with constant noise — creaking bed, wet flesh colliding, moans, grunts, and filthy encouragement. “Take Daddy’s cock deeper, princess.” “God, Ava, your pussy is gripping me so tight.” “Leena, come on my tongue like a good slut.”