Dirty Private Story Names Novels & Stories

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

I clicked upload and typed the name I always used for my secret stash. “There.No one ever sees this shit but me.” I hit enter, leaned back against the pillows, and let out a long satisfied sigh. My pussy still throbbed softly, little aftershocks making me squeeze my legs together. God, that one felt good. I had really let myself go tonight, saying all the filthiest things that lived in the back of my head. The kind of stuff I would die if anyone on campus ever heard. My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

I liked watching without being watched. So I opened a new tab. How to view I***a*gram stories without being logged in. The answers were… garbage. I needed an account. So I made one. It was supposed to take two minutes. It took ten. I*******m now wanted everything short of my blood type. “Choose a username,” the screen demanded. I typed notyourbusiness001. Taken. Of course it was. jhateapps. Taken. ceo. ghost. Taken.

“I haven’t even said the L-word.” “Peter did,” Tatiana added. “Second date.” Daphne only shrugged, lashes fluttering like she was immune to reality. “G****e says you can get at least ten grand for it,” Tatiana said, thumb flying across her screen. “Are you posting that?” I lunged forward. She angled the phone away. “Relax. I’ll crop you out.” A beat later, she announced, “Done. Story’s up. Maybe a collector will DM me.” She tossed the phone onto the mattress, careless as always.

#Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Andrea’s fingers were buried deep inside her soaked pussy when the door to her private cubicle in the quiet marketing wing clicked open. “Fuck—Drew, wait—!” Her colleague and so-called friend stood frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on the obscene sight: Andrea’s skirt rucked up around her waist, lace panties shoved to the side, two fingers plunging in and out of her glistening cunt while her other hand pinched a hard nipple through her half-unbuttoned blouse. The scent of her arousal was thick in the small space.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

His whole demeanor is dripping sex, and dude hasn’t even gotten started. “Whoa,” I say. He cocks his head, his hands starting to unbutton his vest. “Tell me your name, pretty.” “Um,” I say, watching as he peels the vest off and swivels his hips. “Don’t you want to tell me?” he coos. Okay, he’s good. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel,” he repeats, and the way he says it almost turns me on. I shake my head and focus.

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

It was a picture of her, naked and fucked, lying on the very desk she was on. “This is a nice one too,” he said casually. “But I’m getting bored of just fucking you.” He put the phone down and looked at her, his eyes cold, calculating. “It’s time for you to be a more active participant in our fun.” He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “Alejandro keeps all his most important business files on a private server. The password is in a little black book in the top drawer of his desk. I want you to get it for me.”