Dirty One Shots Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But now I'm here — single, horny, and so fertile I can practically feel my eggs begging to be fertilized — sitting alone at a bar, sipping a whiskey I don't really want, scanning the room for someone who looks like they know how to fuck. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The pickings are slim. A few finance bros in ill-fitting suits. A group of college kids who look barely old enough to drink. An older man in the corner who keeps making eye contact and licking his lips in a way that makes my skin crawl. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I'm about to give up and go home to my vibrator when the door opens. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Young chicks like you don’t learn until you’ve experienced it the hard way. Have it your way then, a hundred game clip highlights. Try not to die.” Zen didn’t know what she was talking about, but the old lady moved swiftly behind the counter with the help of several ladders. About a hundred different drinks were lined up neatly on the bar counter in the flash of an eye. “This is…?” “A hundred shots. Each one contains a different game clip highlight. Once you drink it, you’d be able to see the highlight, but the side effects are horrible. At best, you’d get a terrible hangover for the next twelve hours. At worst, you could lose your mind and life. Do you want to back out?”

With my short unzipped, the man slipped his hand into my short. ~~~~RON'S POV~~~~ Still sucking her firm and erect right nipple, my hand slipped into her short and my fingers went for her coochie. She wasn't wearing any panties and I could not help but wonder if she knew this night would happen, if she had other plans for us to get ourselves laid or this was all just a coincidence. But whatever it is, it did not matter anymore. My fingers found her coochie in her short in no time and i could feel her thick vagina juices on my fingers. With the knowledge that I have found her coochie, I went to work.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

Something unreadable passed between us. Then Wesley cleared his throat. “Why don’t we turn the next exercise into a drinking game?” he said. After several rounds, the fire crackled lower and the guys got louder. The bottle passed faster. Someone yelled out a question I didn’t catch. Someone else laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. I had lost track of how many shots the group had taken when I heard Wesley’s voice cut sharply through the noise. “You heard me, Hudson,” he said, waving the half-empty whiskey bottle toward Noah’s face. “I dare you to win one lousy game without earning a penalty.”

i shoot pointing my index finger at his chest and his grip loosened and i walked away "Why does he have to ruin everything" i murmur to myself "Want a drink?" I see Dylan's face pop up "I could really use one right now" i admitted "Beer or tequila shots?" "I want something strong,so tequila shots will do" and he handed me the first shot I really didn't know what i was doing,i don't drink,i have a very low tolerance for alcohol,but all i wanted to do was to forget I drank the first shot,tilting my head backwards,for the burning sensation,and i took another and another and another and boom i snapped. I wanted more,i took two more shots and my head was in the clouds

But I knew that would torpedo the whole thing. “Riley, you’d drink me under the table in half an hour. I will literally die from alcohol poisoning if I try to keep up with you.” She considered that. “Okay, we’ll go three for one. I do three shots, you do one. And you can do little girly shots, with umbrellas and shit.” That was actually a pretty good offer. But I was still nervous. “Four for one,” I countered. She shook her head in disgust. “You are such a pussy, Blondie,” she muttered, before ordering her first round of Four Horseman – Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker, and Jameson.

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

I kept quiet as he held right hand in his. Every bit of me shivered. His hand felt cold yet quite fun to touch. I had already began to feel ‘that way’ though all he did was rub my fingers softly. I hated that I was easily aroused, I mean, what did that say about me? Just two hands touching and I was so close to exhaling stupidly. I guess it was the ‘virgin syndrome'. “Look, George, I'm not one to rush into anything.” “I'm not asking you to.”

“Maerilee, if you are meant to have four Ones, you’re still missing two.” The room falls silent once more, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. My relief evaporates, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. I hadn’t even considered that possibility, that there might be more to this than just Akin and River. But if Permiton is right, if I'm truly meant to have four Ones, the matter is yet to be settled.