Dirty Stories To Read Novels & Stories

I’m Leo, and yeah, you’re probably wondering how a guy who got dumped three weeks before Thanksgiving is now standing on a major adult film set about to fuck the one and only Chloe Vance. It all started with one dumb comment. I was venting to Marcus about the breakup when he leaned over my shoulder. “Dude, the studio just dropped a contest. Bad holiday? Spill your sad story in the comments and win a shoot with a top star. Might cheer you up.” “Type something,” he pushed. “Fine.” I typed fast: “Gf left me three weeks before Thanksgiving because my dick game is apparently mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to p**n instead of being in it. Thanks, Turkey Day.”

Destiny Roman walked into the VIP room on the fifth night looking different. No expensive watch. Just a simple black shirt and that same hungry look in his eyes. I locked the door behind him and leaned against it, wearing nothing but a tiny red thong. “You came back again,” I said, smirking. “Five nights in a row. You’re either obsessed or stupid.” Roman stepped closer, eyes moving over my body. “Maybe both. I canceled a big client dinner tonight just to be here.”

Doesn’t have to be everything. I nodded again. I felt drained. But also… a little lighter. Like something shifted inside. Before I left, Carla handed me a small notebook. “Write everything,” she said. “Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s ugly. Don’t hide it. You don’t have to hide it. No one needs to see it unless you want them to. Just get it out.” She leaned forward a little and said quietly, “What you’ve been through… most people wouldn’t even know how to handle that. But you’re still here, still standing.”

I opened the laptop again, back to Archive 3. I didn’t click anything else. Just stared at the grid of thumbnails like they might burn me. Then the door opened without a knock, and Ethan stepped inside. The rain still glistened in his hair, jaw set like he’d been chewing on something bitter. His eyes dropped to the open laptop. To the screen. To Archive 3. His dirty laundry was out in the open. I knew… everything! But, unnervingly, he didn't flinch. Didn't look surprised.

Chapter 1 - The Red Dot The call came on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was already losing hope. I'd been sprawled across my bed for three hours, thumb aching from scrolling, eyes blurry from squinting at listing photos that all looked the same. Grainy kitchen shots. Bedrooms with weird stains on the carpet. Bathrooms that made me want to shower with my shoes on. Every affordable place was a disaster, and every nice place cost more than I made in a month.

Ezra dines on me until I almost cum a third time. "You will cum again for Master," Ezra demands. He slams his cock into my gaping ass and pounds me until we both cum again. "Such a good cock whore," Ezra says. I look over to see Romans watching us from the side door entrance. I smile at him. It seems Roman is addicted to my pussy. Now to figure out a way to fuck him without Ezra knowing about it.

The two of them had been standing between the tall, imposing shelves of the town's library, surrounded by the musty scent of old books and the soft rustling of pages being turned by the only other two people in the huge building. I guess in the new era of technology, the hub of information had now been rendered obsolete. I was going off track, wasn’t I? Anyway, where was I? Natalie and Parker had been combing through newspapers, looking for information… anything they could find about her house and the creepy things that had been going on in there, and frankly speaking, Natalie had almost been on the verge of giving up, because they had been cooped in there for ages, and the library was about

"Your brother's best friend is rearranging your guts in the laundry room while he sits upstairs. And you're soaking my cock like the perfect little secret slut." "Yes," she sobbed, pushing back to meet him. "I'm your secret. Your dirty secret. Pound this pussy. Ruin it. I don't care if he walks in." Hero reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while he fucked her, fingers slick with the mix of their cum. Doe's legs started shaking almost immediately. He covered her mouth with his other hand when her moans got too loud, muffling her cries as he drove into her harder and deeper. She came first, body jerking against the washing machine, pussy clamping down around him. Hero kept pounding her

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.

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.