Dirty Stories Online Novels & Stories

“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.”

Her body was exposed. I picked the most revealing ones and uploaded them into a new folder. Then I drafted a short message to a popular gossip site known for publishing scandals: > Exclusive: Billionaire Darcy Rodrigo's nanny has a shocking past. Photos attached. Verify. I attached the images, my number and hit send. Done. I received a call instantly "Hello, I received some photos from this number. Who's this?" "I'm Brittany Hawthorne by name and you work for me now." I said "Why?"

Three months of talking dirty to a ghost. That’s what it felt like. Three months of spilling my guts, my deepest, darkest, most fucked-up fantasies, to a faceless name on a screen: ‘Master’. It started on a whim, a lonely, horny night scrolling through a dating app I was too scared to actually use for dating. I’d swiped right on a profile that was just black silk and a single, commanding line: “Tell me what you need.”

Archiving the email, I move onto the next one reading it keenly. I am barely halfway through reading when a notification from Cassandra pops up. Groaning I open her email. This better not be anything work related. "Seriously?" I roll my eyes when I see a link to a celebrity gossip column. I don't pay attention to these lying sites anymore, all they do is twist words and degrade people's character. Sighing heavily I click it anyway to see what's so important for me to dedicate my time and energy into reading. Billionaire Playboy Xavier Danvers was Spotted Canoodling Another Eye Candy in Central Park.

2Damian. There are things you can unsee. Bad haircuts. A waiter dropping an entire tray of drinks on himself. Your neighbor sunbathing naked when they really shouldn’t. Then there are things you can’t unsee. Lila fell squarely into the second category. I told myself it was nothing. Just a flash of skin, a glimpse of recklessness, a scene I’d happened to walk in on. She was young, impulsive, and probably knew exactly what she was doing. Girls like her thrived on shock value.

He crossed the room slowly and settled onto the arm of the chair across from me, elbows on his knees to match mine, close enough that our knees almost touched. "So we're doing this," he said. "We're doing this." We spent the better part of an hour going back over every piece of it, the laptop between us, the photo of Don's face growing more familiar every time I looked at it and no less sickening for the familiarity. He was into men, confirmed now by three separate sources who all described the same pattern without knowing they were describing it. He didn't hide it the way some of the older men in his world tried to, out of shame or habit or fear of the wrong person finding out. He collected

She wanted to scream. She stood to prepare to leave at the next stop and made her way to the door. She passed two young women staring at their cell phones and froze. There was the image of Andre, water pouring off his naked body. She missed her stop and jolted to ring the bell for the next. "What site was that on?" she asked them, and they stared at her with knowing grins. "It's all over the Internet now!" one gushed. "This one is Reddit in the NSFW subreddit for big cocks!" the other whispered, and they burst into giggles.

Which was most of this summer, you can guess why. Like I said I trusted her and things were going good but that was before last week happened, the raid. You see to everyone else, it was just a club but to Stella and I and everyone who knew, it was more than that. It was a side to myself I kept hidden for so long. A dangerous intricate past that I only started to question when I met Summer. I wasn’t a mafia or anything, you see owning a club was a dream of mine and it was all well until two years ago. After covid and quarantine, business was no longer how it was. People were moving out of this part of Oregon and no one really stopped by.

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

He was on the verge of giving up after a futile studying before he found the connection that excited him. It was a sub headline that read: BILLION DOLLAR SEX TAPE EXTRAVAGANZA - and suddenly everything made sense. The article was about how mysteriously the sex tape scandal had been erased from the internet and how nobody seemed to remember or talk about it anymore. The same thing happened with Matteo when a rumor that he was having a marital dispute went viral online, the same phenomenon had happened after a secret deal Armani Castles Incorporated made with an anonymous media company.