Dirty Romance Stories Novels & Stories

The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

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But his touch said otherwise, it was urgent, almost reverent, like he was memorizing every gasp she made. She challenged him right back, rolling them so she straddled him, her nails raking down his chest. Power shifted between them with every kiss, every thrust, hate and hunger tangled so tight she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He drove into her hard, whispering filthy promises against her ear, and she gave as good as she got, biting his shoulder when the pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. After, they lay tangled in his sheets, breathing hard. Rain lashed the windows. Damien’s arm stayed draped over her waist, heavy and warm.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing every last drop inside her, marking her one final time. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and cum, hearts pounding. Raven pulled him down for a slow, surprisingly tender kiss, her fingers threading through his hair. “You were one of the best one-night stands I’ve ever had,” she whispered against his lips, still gently clenching around his softening cock. Damien smiled, still buried deep inside her warmth. “And you ruined me for anyone else.” Raven chuckled softly, giving his cock one last teasing squeeze with her pussy.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

This time, the lovemaking in the dark room was heavily mixed with their deep, unspoken fear of losing me and their burning, possessive jealousy. They undressed my body with a slow, desperate patience. Alexander captured my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss while Damien dropped down, kissing a trail of fire down my stomach and thighs. They spent a very long time touching every single inch of my skin, licking me and making me feel completely surrounded by their large bodies.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

Then Eli bent him over the bed and fucked him again — slow and deep, kissing the back of his neck, whispering how perfect he felt, how long he’d wanted this. Dara curled against Eli’s chest afterward, breathing hard, still trembling. Eli stroked his back, heart still racing, chest tight with something a lot bigger than lust. This was supposed to be just sex. Just getting it out of our systems. But lying here with Dara warm and spent in his arms, he already knew the truth. This wasn’t over. Not even close.