Dirty Stories To Read Novels & Stories

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Every movement made Elias’s cock throb harder. Elias couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of him. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! It feels… it feels so good… fuck!” His hips started moving on their own, grinding down against the mattress, then pushing back against Damien’s mouth. Shame burned hot in his chest, but the pleasure was stronger. He could feel himself getting closer embarrassingly fast. *This is so fucked up. He’s my stepbrother. He blackmailed me. He fucked me raw yesterday. And now he’s eating my ass like it’s breakfast.*

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

“Read it where?” “It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

My whole body shook, my moans growing louder and more desperate. “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I cried out softly, my head still pressed against his shoulder. I couldn’t lift it. I was too afraid. Afraid I would see only disgust in his eyes. Afraid I would see the same forbidden hunger I felt reflected back at me. Damien groaned angrily, his free hand slamming against the wall beside my head. The sound made me jump. He pulled his fingers out of my dripping pussy with a wet sound that made me whimper in protest. I felt so empty suddenly, my walls clenching around nothing.

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.

Click after filthy click. The more he stroked, the deeper his mind sank. “Fuck… imagine some rich older man seeing these,” he whispered, voice husky. His hand sped up. “Pin me down and call me his dirty little slut… force my legs open and breed my hole until I’m leaking cum for days.” His fantasies turned darker, wilder. “Degrade me. Tell me I’m just a set of holes for superior cock. Slap my face with it. Choke me while pounding me raw. Fill me up until my belly swells and I can’t even walk…”

“Already leaking like a desperate whore. I can feel how wet you’re getting through your sweatpants.” I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but a broken whimper still escaped when he circled his hips, rubbing his heavy balls right against mine in a slow, obscene roll. Rhys leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Grind back. Don’t make me do all the work like a lazy little slut.” My face burned with shame, but my body obeyed before my brain could catch up. I rolled my hips up to meet his, matching his filthy rhythm. The wet spot on my sweatpants grew bigger, the fabric clinging obscenely to my cock as we rubbed together.

I clicked upload and typed the name I always used for my secret stash. “There.No one ever sees this shit but me.” I hit enter, leaned back against the pillows, and let out a long satisfied sigh. My pussy still throbbed softly, little aftershocks making me squeeze my legs together. God, that one felt good. I had really let myself go tonight, saying all the filthiest things that lived in the back of my head. The kind of stuff I would die if anyone on campus ever heard. My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and