Dirty Wattpad Stories Novels & Stories

Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

A world filled with stories that feel dangerous, emotional, addictive, messy, sexy, heartbreaking and impossible to put down. And honestly? I think this might become my favorite era as a writer yet. So please support Claiming His Bride (Sinful Collection) the same way you’ve supported Wet Dreams even before the copycats. Make sure to add it to your libraries, leave comments, scream at me when I traumatize your favorite characters, and come lose your sanity with me 😭🖤 We’re just getting started and I promise you am giving you all the best version of writing you’ve never seen. I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one ye

Lila POV I run up the stairs,my cheeks burning up from the sight of Davin's erection poking his jeans and the lustful look he threw my way. I was originally planning to walk downstairs for a glass of water. I didn't expect to run into Davin returning from his night out.

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ "It was not Ava; it was Amé." Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers PS. Gamble With My Heart was a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories' Writing Contest in 2020. ******************** I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.

I checked myself first, I put some lip tint and powder, then sprayed dome perfume all over my body, not caring if I'll be cleaning all this things up. I started moping the floor, from the outside part to the floor of each cubicle, I even saw some sanitary pads on the trash bins and I can't believe that I really need to clean those up. Everything that I'm doing is all against my will. I cleaned everything up, wipe the cubicles and put the trashes out. Finally, how a long decade, note the sarcasm, I finally finished this fucked up punishment.

A slut who fucked her friend's son on her husband’s bed. She scrambled out of bed, her legs unsteady, and fled to the bathroom. She locked the door, a flimsy, useless gesture, and turned on the shower, cranking the water as hot as she could stand it. She stepped under the spray, desperate to wash him away, to wash the shame from her skin. She scrubbed her body until it was red and raw, but it was no use. She could still feel him. The ghost of his hands on her hips, the phantom stretch of his cock inside her, the memory of his filthy words echoing in her ears. You’re my little whore now, tía.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

“Moonshine. My granddaddy’s recipe. Take it or leave it.” Claire let him in. They sat on the edge of her bunk, passing the jar. The stuff burned like fire going down, warming her from the inside out. Conversation stayed sharp at first, then loosened. Reid talked about growing up in these woods, losing the family mill when regulations tightened. Claire told him about the rivers she’d tested, the fish kills she’d documented. Somewhere between the second and third cup, he set the jar down. “You’re a pain in my ass, Mercer.”

Errrr shii..so first of all, this might or might not be a true story. I am a writer and that is what I am here to do. Whether it is fictional or not is all up to you so without further ado, wait let me introduce myself. My name is angel and I am a guy..yes guys bear angel too anywayss, here goes nothing. A while back around 2019/2020 I am not really good with timelines, I was still a virgin…was 18, about to be 18 and I was fresh off secondary school in ibadan..I had written jamb and I had a very high score 284 or so. Waec was done and so was post utme. All that remained was to just resume..you know that 2/3 months before you resume as a fresher?..yeah thats the one. I was always home reading

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.