Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

The apartment feels cold. Lyssa’s blanket still lies folded on the couch. Her favorite mug still sits in the sink. I stare at everything silently before opening my laptop. Then I search for something I normally would’ve judged other people for using. Anonymous gossip media brands. The kind that ruin reputations online. The kind celebrities secretly pay when they want dirt spread without their names attached. I find one almost immediately. MessyRoom. Their entire reputation is built on scandals. Fake leaks. Damaging stories. Character destruction. Exactly what I need.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

She looked at the TV, which was muted but still flashing images of the Stone family implosion. SCANDAL: The Secret Daughter of Franklin Stone. DIVORCE: Eleanor Stone Files, Cites "Decades of Betrayal." EXCLUSIVE: The 20-Year Cover-Up That Bankrupted a Dynasty. "My face is everywhere," Claire said. "They found my yearbook photo. They found my LinkedIn. They're interviewing my third-grade teacher." "They're hungry," Aria said. "They've been feasting on the Wests for months. The Stones are fresh meat."

Lily, a cute 29-year-old girl, had a secret fetish. She loved the taste of cum, and she had been practicing her blowjob skills since the age of 25, regularly sucking her father’s cock. Now, she yearned to experience an old, wrinkled dick – specifically, her 89-year-old grandfather’s. However, Lily knew she had to keep this desire a secret from her family. Her grandfather was in a nursing home, and she couldn’t risk anyone finding out about her twisted fantasy. One day, she decided to visit her grandfather and finally fulfill her darkest desires.

I whispered, shoving the door open and pulling Sophie into the dark living room. I locked the door behind us, sliding the heavy security bolt into place with a loud click. The apartment smelled exactly like it had last night cold, stale, with the faint scent of the tea I never finished. The brown manila envelope filled with Sophie’s fake papers was still sitting right there on the kitchen counter, looking completely useless now. I went straight to the small desk in the corner, dropping my canvas backpack onto the floor. I pulled the dead audio recorder out of my pocket and set it on the wood.

Now, a little more about what happened last night. As you read in Maddie's first chapter, we discovered something that rocked our worlds collectively. We found out through dumb luck that our mom is a stripper. Now, don't get me wrong. She's not your run-of-the-mill "pole dancer". In fact, she never once used a pole for her performance. No, quite the contrary.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then finally turned and left, the door clicking shut softly behind her. Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the stairs. The closet door flew open almost instantly. Julian stepped out first, eyes blazing with raw, adrenaline-fueled lust. “That was way too fucking close, princess.” He ripped the sheet off my body in one swift motion, exposing my cum-covered skin to the cool air. “Look at you… still leaking everywhere. Such a dirty little secret.” Oliver emerged right behind him, cock rock hard again and already leaking. “Hearing you lie straight to her face while our loads are dripping out of your tight pussy… I’m throbbing, Leena.”

"Report it? Who said anything about reporting it?" He leans in closer, his scent—something like sandalwood and expensive gin—overwhelming me. He shushes me gently, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all human. To be honest, I watch it all the time. I could give you a list of performers that make those Brazzers clips worth it. I’ve been following Lana Rhoades and Abella Danger for years." My jaw nearly hits my desk. I look up at him, shocked not because he watches p**n, but by the casual admission. "You... you do?"

If I knew I would've lost my job, I wouldn't have wasted my money on it. It was a plain red dress with single spaghetti straps that had a deep v-neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and ended just below my ass. It was complemented with a pair of four inches silver stilettos. I knew I looked hot, and Alessandro just verified that by the lust in his gaze. "You aren't innocent, but I was talking about your mind. You shouldn't follow me if you don't want it to be tainted with darkness." He resumed walking again, expecting me to follow, and I did. "Besides, why are you dressed like a hooker?"

' Cassian soon returned with a bag in hand. Uea stared at the bag as his eyes slowly regained their enthusiasm. He bit his lower lip, trying his best to suppress his excitement. But his heart was racing fast. This was what he'd been waiting for. The kinks of the old Mafia lord. The kinks that turned his readers against him. Uea couldn't wait to enjoy them all! Cassian opened the bag, revealing different kinds of sex toys. Their sizes vary, and there were even some with sharp ends.