Dirty Minded Poems Novels & Stories

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

#MarriedButAlone #IMarriedACheater #PagesI’llDeleteLater “What is this? A pity poem?” I spat with a scowl, “Who the hell wrote this?!”

The image of Romeo fucking me flashed behind my eyes again, his hands gripping my hips, the low sound he made when he came, the way he’d pressed his forehead to mine and whispered my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. “Ahhhh, can you just forget it?” I scolded myself out loud. But the imagination wouldn’t stop. It spiraled harder. I saw him walking into this room, closing the door behind him, turning me around so my face was buried on my pillow and my ass was up in the air. I felt the first hard thrust in my mind, the stretch, the heat, the way he leaned over me and murmured filthy things against the back of my neck. My thighs clenched so tight that it almost hurt.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

Then I began to talk dirty. "Aw, fuck, you're a hot old bitch! You like that cock? You like fucking my big cock, bitch? That's a big fat cock up your cunt, ain't it? You feel that? Pound it, bitch! Pound that cock like the whore you are! Ahhh, you're such a fuckin' cockhound! You want more and more of this cock in your cunt, don't you? Don't lie. You know you do. Now all these people know it too. They all know you're a cock-fucking whore like I do. You're the kind of whore who will die if she doesn't feel a cock ramming hard up her cunt, right, bitch?"

He leaned down, mouth crashing to mine in a sloppy kiss, tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock. “Taste how dirty you are,” he panted, pulling back to spit into my open mouth again. I swallowed greedily, the filth pushing me higher. His thrusts turned erratic, harder, faster—bed creaking, headboard slamming the wall. “Gonna fill this tight pussy… Fùck you… make you leak me all summer.” “Do it—cum inside—please!” I sobbed, my walls clamping down as the orgasm barreled through me.

“You’re no longer a pure girl. Who did this?!” “Bitch, you’re no longer a clean girl, but a dirty, useless, and shameless whore! You let that old man touch you. Shame on you. You know you’re polluted from the beginning, yet you gave me a problem to get down with you. You deserve to be killed for tormenting me like this. But before that, I’m already aroused, and I need to empty myself in you.”

Near one of the firepits, a woman was completely naked, straddling the lap of a seated warrior, riding his cock aggressively while another man stood behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck. It was pure, uncensored pornography playing out in real life. It was dirty, it was wet, and it was completely unapologetic. There were no closed doors. There was no shame. If someone wanted someone, they grabbed them, threw them down, and took them while the rest of the pack cheered or ignored them entirely. My southern upbringing was screaming at me. Every single etiquette lesson, every rule of propriety I had ever been taught demanded that I turn around, cover my eye

Wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the room as his cum was forced out of me with every stroke, dripping down my thighs in messy rivulets. “That’s it. Take your stepfather’s cock while your mother is right down the hall,” he grunted, voice rough with lust. “You’re such a dirty fucking girl, Sophia. My personal cumslut. My forbidden little whore.” “Yesss…yess I’m your whore, harder, Daddyy! Fuck me harder!” I sobbed into the pillow, lost in overwhelming pleasure. The degrading words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched violently around him, milking his thick shaft as another orgasm built like a tidal wave.

The sheer dirtiness etched in every word made me drip so hard, my body burning with desperation for him to fulfil every one of his depraved fantasies on me. “Do you think I was joking when I told you that you have ruined me for every other woman?” he breathed harshly against my lips. “Does this—” —he pressed his hard-on against me—” look like I want any other woman who isn't you?” he demanded, his fingers inching upwards, teasing the hem of his shirt that had rode dangerously up my thigh.