Dirty Texts Novels & Stories

I belonged to the Devil, only it wasn't emblazoned on my forehead. ***Desperate times calls for desperate measures as they always say. When 10-year-old Ruby Davies accidentally kills her mom in a freak accident, she's totally terrified and torn.What was a ten year old to do in such a situation?That was exactly what the Devil banked upon when he swooped in as the hero, the savior, ready to bring back her mother only for a seemingly small price which little Ruby eagerly pays. Giving up her soul seemed like a wise decision at the time.Eight long years later, with a condemned life banned from all holy contacts and soul forever destined to perish in eternal fire and torment, Ruby wants absolutely nothing to do the lying soul thief.Until he comes once again with an irresistible offer only the biggest of fools would refuse...

⚠️ WARNING: This book will ruin you for vanilla sex. Side effects include spontaneous wetness, missed deadlines, "one more chapter" syndrome at 3 AM, and explaining to your partner why you suddenly have ideas. Reader discretion advised. Vibrator recommended. For readers 18+ who like their fantasies FILTHY and their boundaries FLEXIBLE. She didn't know she needed five frat brothers until her boyfriend offered her up as initiation. She didn't know she craved her stepdad's best friends until they caught her skinny dipping. She didn't know she was a fertility goddess until the clinic offered natural insemination. Now she knows. DIRTY DREAMS is a scorching collection of no-holds-barred erotica for women who want MORE. More men. More holes filled. More loads taken. More of the fantasies you've only whispered about in the dark. Inside you'll find: → Gangbangs that leave her dripping and delirious → Taboo encounters with men who should be off-limits → CNC scenarios that blur every line you thought you had → Breeding rituals designed to fill her up and knock her up → Good girls corrupted, wives shared, and innocence absolutely wrecked From fraternity basements to fertility clinics, from camping grounds to cult ceremonies, these stories don't tease – they deliver. Every hole. Every load. Every filthy fantasy you've been too ashamed to Google. This is not your mother's romance novel. This is the book you hide on your Kindle. This is the book you read with one hand. This is the book that finally scratches that itch. Contains: gangbangs, reverse harem, dubcon, breeding, taboo relationships, CNC (consensual non-consent), age gaps, degradation, cum play, and absolutely zero apologies. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are guaranteed.

Rule #1: Never lust after your father’s best friend. Rule #2: Especially if he’s the most powerful Alpha in the territory. Ava is unmated and desperate for a connection. When Alpha Xavier arrives for her birthday, the atmosphere shifts from celebratory to electric. He’s always been a distant figure of respect, but tonight, he’s a temptation Ava can’t escape. After a literal "eye-opening" encounter that leaves Ava swooning—quite literally—she realizes that the man her father calls a brother is the only man she wants in her bed. The scent of his skin is a drug, and his touch is a wildfire. When the house goes quiet and the doors are closed, the forbidden tension finally snaps. Ava is about to learn that some bonds are forged by the Moon, but the best ones are stolen in the dark.

I never thought my darkest, filthiest fantasies about the Alpha's quadruplet sons would become reality. The moment my mother and their father left for Rome, I stopped being their innocent stepsister and became thier…offering. I gagged on Reign's cock in the confessional while Knight devoured my pussy during mass. Zion fucked me raw on the alter with his rosary wrapped around my throat like a leash and Cahiah the last brother? Lost his mind the moment I tit fucked him while he was still on his cassock. They were my stepbrothers — I was the Alpha's mistress daughter. The pack’s ruthless enforcers — I was wolfless, less than a human. The church’s ‘holy’ priest. — I was a filthy daydreamer. We were incompatible, they're off-limits and I was way below them. But…. Who cares?

Hillary unhooks her bra and lets it fall to my desk. I love the sight of it—of my secretary’s pretty purple bra on my desk, heavy breasts spilling out in front of me, her pink nipples taut and needy. Goodness gracious. She’s going to make me lose my mind. ********* I just got a new job working for my fiance’s older brother, Bentley Brown. Bentley’s reputation precedes him. He’s arrogant, rude, and full of pride—all because of his devastatingly good looks and the company he started at twelve that made him a billionaire by twenty-seven. But he is also hot, charming, intoxicating and he has this dangerous pull that can drag you straight to your ruin. I hate my new boss. He gets under my skin… and under my dress too. CONTENT WARNING: Contains & depicts strong degradation kink.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit erotica short stories and is strictly rated 18+ From forbidden age gap romance affairs between stepdad and stepdaughter, stepson, stepmom, and stepbrothers Sensual homoerotic affairs and romance ranging from G x G affairs between stepsisters, best friends, and neighbours. M x M romance between stepbrothers, stepdad and neighbours, etc. BDSM, hard-core bondage sex and many more sinful pleasures to be unveiled. If you can handle the heat, then you're welcome.

Felisha Smith is a 28 years old football coach who never supports that dates or marries younger men. To her, it’s absurd and plain . But what happened when she’s tucked into a situation where she has to strike a contract with not just any younger man but her own student Sebastian. And Sebastian Collins on the other hand, the football captain who never liked his football coach on first sight, don’t mind ruining her reputation should she reject his proposed contract.

WARNING! 18+ This book is intended for mature audiences only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. You have been warned. ****** Welcome to my collection of short erotic stories where desire has no shame and temptation always wins. Each tale invites you into a world drenched in lust, heat, and deliciously sinful encounters where boundaries blur, fantasies ignite, and passion refuses to be denied. From stolen moments to reckless indulgence, these stories explore craving in its rawest form. No promises of forever, only bodies, chemistry, and the thrill of giving in. Enter if you dare. This is a world of steam, sin, and unapologetic pleasure.

BLURB: 18+ | Strictly for Mature Readers Only ️Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised️ This collection dives deep into pure, unfiltered sin, savage fucking, vicious dirty talk, primal breeding kinks, overflowing creampies, and every twisted taboo you’re never supposed to crave. Expect dark dominance, age gaps, and characters who chase the rush of doing the one thing that could destroy everything. FILTHY ADDICTION serves up intense, dripping-wet erotic stories for those who need their pleasure filthy, wrong, and impossible to quit. Each story is a full-length, heart-pounding forbidden ride stretched across 5 to 7explosive chapters. You’ll feel the slow, torturous tease build until it snaps into raw, merciless sex, shy glances becoming rough hands pinning wrists, soft whimpers turning into broken moans, and every hole claimed hard while guilt only makes them wetter. These aren’t tender romances or gentle awakenings. These are dark, addictive descent stories where innocent good girls and curious boys get corrupted, stretched wide, pumped full, and reshaped into greedy, shameless cumsluts for the last person they should ever want. Open the book… if you’re ready to fall helplessly addicted.

I spent a year starving for a man who wouldn't touch me. Then his father and brother decided to feast. Rob called me a slut when I begged him to fuck me. Made me feel worthless for craving his hands on my body. Then he let another woman suck his cock right in front of me—and told me she did it better. I should have left. But I followed him to his family's private island in Italy instead. That's where I met them. Victor Marchetti. Rob's father. Silver hair, ice-blue eyes, and a body built for sin. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. When his hand touched the small of my back, I felt it between my thighs. Dante. The older brother. Dark, dangerous, and built like he could break me apart with his bare hands. One look from those black eyes and I was wet. One word from that deep voice and I was ready to drop to my knees. I tried to resist. Tried to remember I had a boyfriend sleeping down the hall. But they hunted me. Cornered me. Made me admit what my body had been screaming for. When they finally took me—both of them, at the same time, claiming every hole, every sound, every desperate whimper—I understood what I'd been missing. Victor's hand around my throat while Dante buried himself so deep I couldn't breathe. Two men who didn't just want me. They needed me. Owned me. Ruined me for anyone else. Rob made me beg for scraps. His father and brother made me scream their names.