Dirty Readings Novels & Stories

“Why are you doing this for? He gets it, I get it… Can’t you just stop with the all the touching… I… I can’t do this anymore… I can’t… You are with Marla and with Britney and Sally and then touch me… I feel so dirty… Do you get that? I can’t keep doing this… I can’t… You need to stop…” AJ could see Lillianna work herself up. She looked ready to black out again. “Why does it bother you who I’m with?” “I don’t care. Just don’t be touching me afterwards… If you are sated and are happy with them why do you need to degrade me this way? Paul is doing whatever you want… I’ve been doing whatever you want… Can’t you just stop with me…” AJ did not like hearing that at all. “You want me to stop touchin

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

It’s just gross in here. So I deep clean the room. Everything. Trash bags. Disinfectant. Vacuum. Then I get to the sheets. “Oh my God.” I stare at them in horror. “What are these stains?” They look like Cheeto dust and God knows what else. “Nope.” Straight into the trash. I pull out a fresh set of sheets, wash them first, then remake the bed. Now the room actually smells decent. The gaming setup is straight. The floor is clean.

Then I noticed a pair of tall double doors at the end of the hallway. "This has to be it." I tiptoed to the door, biting my lips out of nervousness. My heart thudded wildly against my ribs. After several knocks, he still didn't answer. I slowly pushed the door and sneaked in to confirm whether he truly wasn't inside. At the same time, the bathroom door opened. I froze. He had just finished showering. Damien stepped into the room. His dark hair was damp, beads of water trailing down his rigid, toned abs. Disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist.

The smell is overwhelming—sex, sin, and piss. I can still see Mr. Henderson in his window, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smirk. I should feel guilt. Shame. Remorse. But all I feel is a dark, bottomless hunger. This wasn't a mistake. It was a fucking awakening. And I know, with a certainty that terrifies and thrills me, that the garbage disposal is going to have a very mysterious and recurring problem from now on.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

So I do the logical thing and gulp down the rest of my sangria. I finish setting the table and then fill glasses of water and set them at each place setting. Scarlet comes in, saying Violet needs a diaper change. I hold her once Scarlet’s done changing her diaper so Scarlet can go to the bathroom. “She’s giving me baby fever and I don’t even have a boyfriend,” I tell Danielle as I look down at Violet’s precious little face. “Right? She’s such a good baby too. I can only hope—” She cuts off when Mr. and Mrs. Dawson come into the house, followed by Dean, Kara, and Quinn, who’s holding Arya.

Then she saw it. Ryan’s nightstand drawer was slightly open—unusual for a man as meticulously organized as her husband. Lila froze. A sliver of red lace peeked out. She reached for it with trembling fingers and pulled out a delicate thong, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of another woman’s perfume. Beneath it lay a stack of hotel receipts from the downtown Marriott, each one dated over the past fourteen months. Room service for two. Champagne. One receipt even had a scrawled note in Ryan’s handwriting: *Same time next week, beautiful.* Her stomach dropped.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.