Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

Sometimes the dirtiest things were the most honest. There was something liberating about being filthy with a stranger, saying the words most people kept locked inside, words that hummed with a forbidden thrill. Tarja had never been good at hiding desire. Finnish directness, perhaps, or simply a structural integrity that demanded honesty. When James had first suggested video chat, she'd simply said 'Yes, but I want to see everything.' And she had. The screen had been a thin veil, easily pierced.

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha

“You’re crazy, you’re delusional. You have nothing on me.” I smiled, a wicked grin that made him shiver. “Oh, I have your records of all the evil schemes you’re plotting with your fellow billionaires,” I said, holding up a flash drive. “I hacked into your computer, your phone, your email. I have everything. I know about the pulling down of the club in the east and the people you killed to make it happen. I know about you pushing drugs, pushing Ps, is that not what you guys call it? I know about the money laundering, the tax evasion, the bribes. I know it all, Rick. And I’m going to expose you. I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me and to so many others.”

“I dug deeper than dirt. What I found is rot.” He pushed the folder toward me. I flipped it open, scanning page after page. Fraudulent accounts. Illegal partnerships. Bribery. Affairs swept under rugs. Even whispers of embezzlement. The Madison family wasn’t just dirty—they were drowning in secrets. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “They’ve built their empire on lies.” Ethan’s gaze was steady. “With this, you could dismantle them overnight.” I closed the folder, my hand resting firmly on it. For the first time in days, the fury within me simmered into a cold calm.

“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.”

The rumors claimed that Nathan Clemon had abducted an underage girls, and his wife, Aebasa Clemon, had been sexually violated when she was a child. Daniel was desperate to discredit Nathan and suppress his limelight. He even dug up all the dirt on Hilda from her past. For example, he claimed that she had undergone an abortion during her high school years and that she used to have relationships with many men. Cobbling together bits and pieces of truth mixed with lies, he exposed them all at once. In particular, he highlighted the fact that Hilda had been molested as a child. He also emphasized that the male business man had married a woman that had been sexually violated before. Thus, no matt

“Her family is part of the unknowin’ humans, correct?” Tristan nodded. “Then we need to erase her memories of you shiftin’.” Came her reply. Tristan thought as much. The Unknowing Humans were the people who had no knowledge of the supernatural— people like Natalie’s family who didn’t know about Werewolves, and Dragons, and Vampires, and Witches and the like. They were welcome in Bloomingdale Valley, but they almost always left the small town without knowing what they had been walking amongst, or they got to live a full life without ever knowing the truth, though that wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their suspicions. Very few of the Unknowing ever managed to know about the real Bloomindal