Dirty Short Stories Novels & Stories

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.

I was so close to begging him to just push the fabric aside and slide inside me. But he didn’t. Instead he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and kept grinding, slow and filthy, until I came again — soaking the front of his shorts with my release while he groaned and spilled hot cum into his own boxers, pulsing against me. We stayed pressed together, panting, his cum-soaked shorts sticky against my drenched pussy. His forehead rested against mine. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered, voice dark with promise. “By the end of this trip, you’re gonna be ruined for anyone else.”

Story 10: The Married Neighbor’s Secret Emma could barely breathe as Ryan carried her through the back door into her own kitchen. Her sundress was bunched uselessly around her waist, his thick cum still leaking from her freshly fucked pussy and running down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, her mind spinning from the dangerous outdoor sex against the side of her house where any neighbor could have seen them. The risk had made her cum harder than she had in years.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

By the end of the first scene I was covered in cum — dripping from my pussy, ass, and face — trembling with orgasms. Ryan kissed me softly after the cameras stopped for a break. “You were perfect. Tomorrow we go harder. Grandpa wants that ass first thing.” I looked at the four men surrounding me, all of them hard again, eyes full of dark hunger. This wasn’t just p**n. This was my new addiction. The end of book 35

The sweet sensation made me throw my head back, moaning "Ah, fuck!" It has been long, I needed a release. The thought of her had my balls aching with desire. I hastened my pace, knowing fully well that I needed a damn explosion after enduring a whole day of horniness. I was outside my house in no time, panting as my fingers tried to punch the numbers on the keypad. The door finally opened, and I rushed inside. I quickly headed to my bedroom, stripping my clothes along the way. Powering on my MacBook, I pulled up the folder I created for all my p**n clips.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.