Dirty Stories Funny Novels & Stories

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

Chuckling, she pulled her towards the dining arena “Come on, we're going to be late.” Free wine flowed that evening. It happened every last Friday of the month and Carol was certain that was a trap to get people to spill whatever dirty secrets it was they were hiding. The food was not the best today but she ate greedily and was thankful she didn't have to hustle food for Emma today. “You've missed a lot of the gist at the park,” she told Emma. “Everyone thinks the red card only came to Blue Villa. How powerful is this Mabel?” “I am surprised I have to explain that to you. Goodness, are the Decents this slow?”

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

“That’s rude.” “It’s fine.” I push my hair back. “He, uh, cheated on me with his assistant,” I blurt it all out fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid. The truth will come out sooner or later, and things can get twisted when spread through the rumor mill. “Ugh, I can’t stand cheaters.” Danielle shakes her head, speaking with enough emotion to make me think she’s dealt with it in the past too. “I’m sorry.” “Thanks. Though really, I’m fine. I probably should have broken up with Todd months before, but you know how it is when you’re in a familiar routine.”

“Who the hell cares? Don’t you see how much money it pays?” “Yeah I do. But don’t you think it sounds kinda weird? Cleaning maid wanted for what? A freaking attic? For a p**n filming production? Or maybe even better; for a freaking weirdo who likes to watch women cleaning his house naked?” Her friend let out a hearty laugh at the sound of that, the thought of his shy and all-too-innocent for this world friend prancing around butt-naked and with one of those rainbow-colored dust sticks making him double over with laughter. “Yeah well, say what you want but you’d be definitely killing it with that,” He commented, waving a finger to the length of her body.

The only sound was the faint ticking of the clock on the nightstand. Jojo stared at him, her mouth open in absolute disbelief, before she burst into a loud, snorting laugh that she had to quickly muffle with a pillow so Claire wouldn't hear her from downstairs. "Are you literal trash, Dusty? Kidney failure? This isn't a daytime soap opera on CBS. What is she going to do, fake a hospital gown and a dialysis machine?" "Hey, it completely cuts through the emotional confusion," Dusty argued, laughing along with her, his shoulders shaking as he tossed the stuffed animal back. "It forces them to show their true colors. If Liam hesitates but Noah runs to the clinic, you have your answer."

Zain pointed out, giving me that intent, knowing look that made me focus on draining my cup of coffee. Look somewhere else, Zee. I'm not telling you a thing. As if she read my thoughts, she turned to Dianne. “Or maybe he’s so pissed because he’s got a tiny dick.” There was a pause around the table before they howled with laughter while I just drained my coffee, feeling the fog of their cluelessness envelop me. The soreness in between my thighs that has refused to disappear for days was a reminder that the joke was on them.

Diana took the opportunity to end the conversation and left without noticing Maddie's sulky expression. As soon as she stepped out the door, Diana took out her phone and logged into the university forum. The top trending topic was indeed Luke's drunken collapse on the street, and Diana burst out laughing when she saw the photo. Who took that photo? She wanted to give them a thumbs-up! Luke was sprawled out among a pile of garbage, covered in dirt and vomit on his face. He looked so disgusting that he could have been mistaken for a homeless person. The replies to the post were equally hilarious.

Scratching (giving) — 2 Scratching (receiving) —4 Biting (giving) — 2 Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 4 Ice cubes — 5 Wax play —4 Clothes pegs — 5 Knife play —5 Fire Play —3 Breath play Breath control — 4 Choking — 5 Humiliation Teasing — 5 Humiliation (private) — 5 Humiliation (public) — 4 Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 5 Objectifying — 5 Shaving — 3 Sexy clothing — 4 Outdoor scenes — 4 Public exposure — 3 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 5 Sounding —5 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 4 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 2

“Oh! Oh, she clearance fine today! A discount diva! See, it ain’t the dress wearin’ you...you wearin’ that dress like it owes you child support.” I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my highlighter. “Boy, get outta here.” “I might have to ask you out on a date. Just one, before you get scooped by a hedge fund man.” “You’d be lucky,” I said, smirking as I clicked through another suspicious P****l transaction labeled “office maintenance” that was clearly someone’s Brazilian butt lift. Trevor was in the middle of making a joke about government officials and BBLs when we both froze, because the hallway suddenly sounded like a WWE Royal Rumble.