Dirty Thirty Birthday Novels & Stories

Harper's POV The message continues. The_Triumvirate: To help you, here’s some information about us. We’re businessmen, professionals, each owning our own companies. We’re in our thirties and do require discretion. That means no sharing what happens with others. We can’t risk our private lives mixing with business. We’re looking for a baby girl who is willing to let us share her for one night while we spoil her. Typically, we play one-on-one. But occasionally, we come together... for the right lady.

“Maybe those shots did more damage than we thought?” I roll my eyes as I climb to my feet, dusting off the back of my skirt and tugging it down my legs. “Come on. We only had three each.” Three shots aren’t enough to get us tipsy. It’s my birthday today and to celebrate, Mae and I had decided to hit a spot where we could get wasted and dance our asses out. Except there was one huge flaw in our plan. If we both got drunk, which of us would be alert enough to ward off men who tried to get handsy with us? Or worse, serial killers?

Kinabukasan . Lucy woke up and dug for Amira, she didn't dig so she suddenly stood up. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She smiled as she wore this birthday hat. Holding cake and with bands. Lucy smiled because just now someone was reluctant to prepare for her birthday. It's his twenty -eighth birthday. His birthday he never experienced that he was born happily. Parental quarrels always happen, so not once did he rejoice on the birthday itself. Lucy still narrowed her eyes as Azza pointed the Video Cam at her. "F*ck you Azza!" He pointed a dirty finger in front of the camera. "Bro, get organized! When you become famous, you will have the first video for your fans on how to have a birthday." Phoenix's joke.

Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams. It felt like a symbolic gesture, urging her to reflect on the choices ahead. The surprise birthday party continued till evening. "Allison, Christiana and Vicki, you guys have really tried for me." "I actually forgot that today was even my birthday." Daisy said, her voice barely above whispers. "Are you serious?...you mean you forgot that today was your birthday?...Wow." Vicki said. "By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?"

The phone hung up, and I received a message from the bank, showing three hundred thousand dollars had been transferred to my card. With my heart skipping a beat, I felt my nose sting. I used the money to pay the deferred bills, but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly, I saw Zackary Dixon. I quickly hid in the corner of the hall. I saw him gently caressing Lillianna Castillo's cheeks and smiling dotingly. Five years had passed. Zackary had not changed at all. He was still a lively man.

George, one of our waiters shouted with a whistle that called more attention. The card attached to the pink hydrangea and lilies artistically arranged read: My office tomorrow 10am or jail. Great! Even today on my birthday I have to constantly be reminded of all the ways turning 23 feel like a shitty year. I was an orphan who was in debt by association. I'm one sleep away from having my brother, the one I shared a womb with go to jail for fraud. The loud sigh that left my lips made me feel like a 80year old woman and I threw the flowers in the nearest bin, not bothering to hide my disdain at the beautiful masterpiece and the sender.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

She cleaned off Blake as her husband’s hot cum covered her pussy, ass, and back. Blake and Scott dropped back into chairs as Cindy lay on her side in her sticky mess on the break room table. She looked around at each man and stared at her husband heaving for breath in the chair down by her feet. Cindy blew him and kissed another man’s cum stringing from her hand to her lips. “Happy Birthday, baby.” Scott laughed. “Best birthday ever.” Cindy laughed too. She ran her hands through the gooey cum all over her body. “Anyone want to lick off the icing.”

"No. I left you a card under your door, isn't that enough?" "No. I want to get wasted and I don't trust anyone else to get my drunk ass back home without wanting to stick their junk down my ass." Ashley said with a bubbly smile, exposing clean white teeth. "I have work to do Ash- " "It's Saturday bubba, you are not getting out of this. Special birthday present for me; I don't turn twenty- three everyday you know," "Ash-" "I'll start singing every single song I know, all night through, then tomorrow-"

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.”