Dirty Readings Novels & Stories

He ignores it. I take out my cellphone and record as you lie like a rag doll on top of one of your rutty ravishers. He fiercely pounds your sappy snatch with his huge dick while his co-worker is savagely penetrating your now widened asshole, doggy-style. Meanwhile, the third has raised your head by the hair so he can pierce your mouth and throat with his own angry cock. All of you are now completely naked and are being viewed by a growing male audience. Some have even started to masturbate as they ogle the steamy scene. Damn, I'm cumming...

He's hitting my g-spot for Pete’s sake! “On second thought, moan loudly honey so that they would know that you’re mine,” he mumbled, his thrust became deeper and faster with moments passing by. Damn! This guy is teasing me too much. In one whole thrust, we cummed at the same time followed by raining me with kisses onto my back. I gasped for air, my heart still racing from the thing we just did. He removed his manhood from the inside of my region and gently led me to stand up. He then started cleaning me before dressing me up as if nothing had happened.

” She spins on her heals and exits the room as I make my way to the bathroom. My body is stiff and my wrists bruised. The corners of my mouth are cracked and there is a scar between my breasts, not deep, but it burns as the water runs down my naked body. My legs trembling with every move I make, it feels like they will give in any minute. My throat is dry and my voice raspy like I’d screamed at the top of my lungs the whole night. I reach for the soap with my shaking hands and a huff of garlic fills my nostrils. The smell makes me gag as my stomach turns. I grab my belly as I steady myself against the wall with my free hand, my hair drapes over my face as I bend forward.

she whined and bit her lower lip. Sumire covers her naked body in the white satin only to find a red stain under. She scans herself beneath the blanket and finds traces of fresh blood on her legs. The dry blood of her innocent and traces of his essence was artistically painted on her thighs. The steamy night they had flashed back in her mind and she couldn't help but flustered in red from the embarrassment.

Nia sat in her office and looked at the West Loop and felt for the first time in a very long time like the ground beneath her was solid rather than managed. Wednesday was when everything changed. Jamie delivered the envelope at ten fifteen. Hand delivered. Marked urgent. Her name typed on the front with no return address. She opened it. Six pages of financial documentation. She recognized the formatting immediately and began reading with the clinical attention of someone who spent her professional life interpreting exactly this kind of paperwork. By page three she had stopped breathing properly. By page five she understood what she was looking at. By page six she put the documents down and s

He opened the trunk and came back with some wet wipes and a black hoodie. “Clean your face and arm a little,” he told me. “Those scratches can get bad if you leave them dirty.” I took the wipes. My fingers touched his for a second. They were warm. I wiped my cheek first. It hurt when I pressed too hard. Then I tried to clean the scratches on my arm. The wipes turned pink from blood. I felt tears coming again. I blinked hard so they would not fall. Daniels watched but did not say much. He just waited. When I finished, he gave me the hoodie.

Every word landed like a stone in still water, rippling outward into territories I didn't want to examine. "Dallas might be head over heels," Hazel continued, "might look at you and see someone worth crying over. But I don't. I see a man with secrets and blood on his clothes and a family that reeks of something rotten." She paused, letting it sink in. "She's my best friend. She's all I have. And you're going to destroy her without even meaning to." The bathroom faucet shut off. We both heard it, the sudden silence pressing down like a hand.

Patricia inspected the library with a critical eye, pointing out spots Elena had missed, showing her the proper technique for cleaning the leather chairs without damaging them. "Better," Patricia said finally. It was probably the closest thing to praise Elena would get. "Tomorrow you'll start on Mr. Blackwell's quarters. He leaves for his morning workout at six-thirty. You'll have an hour to clean his bedroom, bathroom, and study while he's gone." "His study? I thought that was private?" "It is. Which is why you clean it when he's not there, and why you follow my instructions exactly. No touching his desk, his papers, or his personal items. Dust, vacuum, empty the trash, replace the towels i

"Don't you like it?" "W-what if someone hears us?" "We'll be quiet." She looked around their cubicle. At least, it was spotless. The restaurant was expensive, so the restrooms should be well-maintained. "God, this is so dirty," Ingrid whispered. "That's the point," Noah whispered back, then kissed her. She fumbled with his zipper as he kissed her. When she freed his cock, it was already hard and ready. When she pulled away, he whispered, "You know, if you don't want to do this…"

“Evan John? Please. That man is walking red flags in designer. All that money and fine-boy vibe? Yeah, it’s giving dirty secrets. Cheating, bribes… God knows what else. Men like him stay messy.” She stepped closer, dropping her voice like it was something dangerous. “We dig up everything. I mean everything. No soft evidence, no weak links. We want the kind of proof that can’t be bought, can’t be silenced. We find what he’s hiding and we bury him with it.” Her lips curled into a cold, wicked smile. “And when we’re done? Oh, we aired him out properly. I want the whole world watching when his little perfect image crashes. No mercy, no filter.”