Dirty Thirty Themes Novels & Stories

If there is another life, I wish I could be born into an ordinary family, and that I could meet you again with a clean slate. I stood there for a long time after finishing the letter. Then, I walked to the window and watched the snow drift down outside. There was no anger, no grief, not even a ripple of emotion. Only an immense, boundless emptiness. So this was the truth. What had fueled all that evil was not some twisted love, but another warped and pitiful soul. I tossed the letter and the brown envelope into the fireplace together. Orange flames swallowed the words in seconds, turning them into ash.

“Bastards! I can never forget how much you stink! I want to barf just thinking about it.” “Haha! I guess our odor is an unforgettable experience for you. It’s an honor, darling.” “You handpicked us. We’re one in a million. What are you grossed out about?” The three thugs laughed out loud. Deborah gnashed her teeth furiously. “I picked you to screw with Darcy, but the three of you can’t even handle Kaze, who was drugged. You’re trash!” The three thugs grimaced. “Since you won’t sleep with us, you should compensate us in other ways.”

I was shaking all over now, sweat slicking my lower back and making my shirt stick to me, my thighs trembling hard under his strong grip. Every tiny vibration pushed me right to the edge and held me there, desperate and pulsing and so close I could taste it. My mind would not stop spinning on how filthy this whole thing was. His name permanently inked on my inner thigh, so close to my pussy that anyone who ever ate me out or fucked me would see it. And I loved it. I loved how possessive it felt, how dirty it made me feel. “Last letter,” he murmured, leaning in even closer so his warm breath blew right across my glistening, swollen folds.

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.

The filthy words that had sunk straight into his bones. You belong to me now. He hated how hard he still was under the sheets. Downstairs, the sound of rolling suitcases and cheerful voices told him their parents were leaving for their month-long trip. Elias forced himself to get up, shower quickly, and dress in a loose hoodie and jeans that hid the evidence of his shame. His reflection in the mirror looked the same, soft dark hair, pretty face, slim body with that round, plush ass that always made him feel too visible, but everything inside him felt exposed.

Fear play — 2 Abandonment — 2 Kidnapping —4 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 4 Schoolroom scenes — 2 Primal play —3 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1 Cum (giving) — 4 Cum (receiving) —5 Saliva (giving) — 2 Saliva (receiving) — 3 Here is a space for any extra information the submissive would like to add: I do not like humiliation, that is a hard limit

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

Pathy was fulfilled in the threesome, living a life of dirty, explicit desires forever, already longing for the next eternal fuck. The End.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.