Dirty Stories Online Novels & Stories

ELENA I rubbed my hands over my face, ignoring the guilty twinges in my lower stomach. They popped up the second Chloe smacked Aiden on the head yesterday and explained everything. Extra media attention on Dirty J. was the worst thing that could happen. Even if the #AidenSexTape trend on Twitter told a different story—and wow, were these girls so obsessed they’d watch him have sex with some girl?

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

Daniel is gorgeous, all sharp angles and hard muscle. Even now, I can see the thick ridge of his erection straining against the duvet. When he notices me staring, he finally pulls his hand out, but the smirk stays. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asks, closing the laptop tab. I swallow. “What.” "Okay, listen up," he says, sitting up straight. "I have a problem. A very serious problem, and our parents know it." "What problem?" He watches me for a few seconds. "Hmm, I guess I’ll be keeping it to myself," he teases, his eyes dark. "At least for now... but just know p**n helps me. Especially when the girls have you and your hot momma’s face."

i groaned as i rolled side to side, at this point ,i just laid pantless in my bed,my sheets damp with all my possible bodily fluids, sweat, tears, constant squirting,but i didn't get up ,my clit still throbbed for more, i tried to ignore it, but all i keep getting was flashbacks of every time,i had been fucked to the edge of my life,every feel of fat dicks in my mouth,the taste ,even weirdly the smell, and this was me thinking about it again, maybe i have used enough of my imagination. "i should probably search up something intense" i grabbed my laptop from my bedside,and dove straight into the already opened pornsite tab. it only took me till page 165 before i could find something that coul

It was a dangerous game, navigating the treacherous world of gossip and scandal. One evening, while poring over countless articles and online forums, I stumbled upon a thread buried deep in the digital abyss. It was a comment—an offhand remark made by an anonymous user who claimed to have information about the blogger's own secrets. It was a twist of fate, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. With cautious optimism, I reached out to this mysterious individual, engaging in a delicate dance of trust and mutual benefit. We struck a fragile alliance, sharing information and resources that could potentially expose the blogger's own vulnerabilities. It was a high-stakes gamble, but we had to level t

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

The storm outside wasn’t half as loud as the storm brewing online. Arielle hadn’t slept, Not really, Not after the photos leaked online, Not after reading comments that dragged her name through dirt, twisting her entire life into a narrative she didn’t recognize. Gold digger. Single mother pretending to be noble. Using her sick sister to trap a billionaire. Lies, All of it. But the internet didn’t care about truth, They cared about blood. Arielle sat stiffly on Damian’s sofa, hands clasped in her lap, phone facedown beside her as if reversing it would make the pain disappear. She had taken a loaned shirt from Damian’s closet, soft cotton, warm but nothing could warm the cold settling into he

When he said he would take care of things, he meant it. Shana and Claire talked between themselves as they worked. It was the same comforting talk Emma had heard in every beauty parlor and hair salon her whole life and she found it soothing. It was all gossip and interesting tidbits of other people’s lives. “I probably shouldn’t say this, given that he’s paying us, but did you see the website?” Shana asked. Emma looked up at her curious. “What website?” she asked. “It’s called the ‘Bedpost’ and people can make notches on celebrities’ bedposts. You know, if you sleep with them,” Shana explained. “A lot of them are unsubstantiated, but you should see Jackson Weathers. It’s a lot.”

When he said he would take care of things, he meant it. Shana and Claire talked between themselves as they worked. It was the same comforting talk Emma had heard in every beauty parlor and hair salon her whole life and she found it soothing. It was all gossip and interesting tidbits of other people’s lives. “I probably shouldn’t say this, given that he’s paying us, but did you see the website?” Shana asked. Emma looked up at her curious. “What website?” she asked. “It’s called the ‘Bedpost’ and people can make notches on celebrities’ bedposts. You know, if you sleep with them,” Shana explained. “A lot of them are unsubstantiated, but you should see Jackson Weathers. It’s a lot.”

] [People like this ought to be wiped off the face of the earth. Viewers swarmed Queenie’s livestream with insults. She panicked and shut down the stream, but the storm had just begun. The way netizens could dig up dirt was terrifying. They unearthed everything about Queenie and Wyatt, including Wyatt’s past misdeeds. This included gambling, hiring prostitutes, and taking out high-interest loans. They even uncovered things I had no idea about, like Queenie’s messy personal life at university. After this incident, Queenie became a social outcast.