Dirty Talk Adalah Novels & Stories

His fingers brushed my waist, slid under my shirt, finding bare skin. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t wear one for you anymore.” He kissed me. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was filthy. Hungry. Mine. I gasped as he pressed me back against the side of the house, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me until my legs wrapped around him. “We’re going to get caught,” I whispered. “I don’t care.” He pulled my shorts aside, already rock hard against my center. I wasn’t wearing panties. Again.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

I kept moaning into his mouth like a shameless slut begging to be fucked. After a few seconds of kissing and sucking my lips, he pulled back a little, finally letting me catch my breath. "Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn't like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore" "Unghhh,... Ahhhhh...." "Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are" He started moving his fingers faster, and faster. He inserted a third finger stretching me out completely.

We ordered room service, ate naked on the bed, talking shit about everything his boring lectures, my dumb friends, laughing until my sides hurt. "You know, for an old guy, you're fun," I teased, and he tackled me, tickling until I screamed mercy. "Old? I'll show you old." And he did, sucking and eating up my pussy for round two, leaving me boneless. But night came, and with it the sadness snuck in, thinking about home, the end of the trip, how this couldn't last. I curled against him, tears pricking stupidly. "What if we can't keep this?"

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” 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.

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

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.