Dirty Short Story Novels & Stories

The friction made my brain short-circuit. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.” “Good.” He kissed me then finally. All teeth and tongue and desperation. I kissed back like I was trying to win a fight. Bit his lip. He growled, hand sliding up my thigh, under my shorts, fingers brushing cotton that was embarrassingly damp. He pulled back just enough to speak against my mouth. “Told you.” “Shut up.” “Make me shut up.” I kissed him harder. He shoved my shorts aside, fingers sliding through slick heat, slowly at first, teasing, then pressing in with two fingers like he’d been waiting years for permission.

He promised, positioned himself at my entrance, and clear juice trickled down my flower just from the anticipation. I slapped my wet tongue around my lips, eagerly, impatiently as I waited to feel the stretch, the fullness .. I even closed my eyes, only to abruptly open them when I felt the bathroom door clicking open... Derek had finished showering .. " F*ck!"

Maybe, I've been too engrossed to satisfy my sexual hunger instead of taking notes that he now trims his beards in such a way that gives him a chisel cut look. His eyes were darker than they were while growing up and his timbre, Micah, wasn't a man of many words, he counted his words, and when he spoke, it shook the foundation of my clitoris. “I have missed you too, baby. Oops. I have missed you too Micah” We both laughed at the silly joke. This time, it was like his loins were going to explode if nothing was done about it.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

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To say that I could write my very own Kama sutra would be an understatement. I quickly scribble my ideas on a notepad whose cover had a Miss.OG designed on the inside with my special signature on the bottom. It's my secret diary where I write all my dirty stuff for the novels. Generally stuff that I gather from behind closed…stall doors. I'm a pretty successful writer but recently I've been running out of luck. I never thought I would be this famous. It had all started from a tiny story that I'd written for a men's magazine, a nerd satisfying her hidden fantasies of a hot blonde haired man giving me the night of my life inside a classroom and the next thing I know, I'm being called to their

The man I’d been obsessively writing filthy stories about for months — stories where he used me, bred me, ruined me while his wife waited at home none the wiser. I quickly closed my laptop, wiped my slick fingers on my thigh, and pulled on a tiny white tank top (no bra, nipples already stiff and obvious) and the shortest sleep shorts I owned. No panties. My shaved pussy was puffy and glistening, lips swollen from how long I’d been teasing myself.

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.”

She opened the note in it and read “a cup every evening before bed. 3 days only.” Now she had her trophy, and two options, the vast land in front of her and the noise behind her. She already knew escape was not an option because she could see that the fences were still very much holding, and very much high. Escape was nowhere in sight but her wolf, she itched. “You can't be serious.” She said out loud. “Now, you wanna come alive, Snow girl?” But she kept moving. She got to the third creek and then she heard the noise, much louder than what she had left behind her, and much stranger too.