Dirty Wattpad Stories Novels & Stories

But I can't tell these two coz they'll think I'm snoopy and I like him. I sink back on the seat and continue to munch on the oreos. "Harry was mean to Tessa," Karla says in delight. "Look where they ended!" "Who are those?" I ask obliviously. "Oh My God!" She almost causes an accident due to shock. "You've not read AFTER?" I roll my eyes. "What's that?" Why is she making such a big deal? "It's the most famous wattpad book!" Karla groans in frustration. "We are so NOT friends, Camilla Clarkson!"

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A wet laugh broke through my throat as I reached down to scratch the dog's ears, Sebastian’s large hand instantly resting on top of mine. The nightmares were finally over. The red lights of the Bar Solace basement were completely dark, and the monsters were locked inside concrete cages where they couldn't touch our lives anymore. We had the truth, we had our home, and we were finally walking into the light together, completely free and living happily ever after.

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

It took me a few seconds to adjust to the brightness and once I did, I realized just how disgusting the place I was locked in was. There was mold on the walls and dirty water on the floors that my boots were soaked in. I let out a small groan knowing I was going to have to toss thousand dollar boots. It didn’t seem like such a big deal considering the situation I was in but I had loved these boots and clearly they were going to be ruined. Just as I had guessed, I was in a locked room but the door was wooden. It looked like it was barely holding onto its last legs of life. It was also clear that someone was standing on the other end of it because I could see a shadow peeking out from under th

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me, my clit throbbing so hard it act

Great, Nate thought. Just when he had a lot of visits to make in order to smoothly execute his plan, a red card chose that same time to arrive, and now, all of Blue Villa was on lockdown. He had made up a story of having something with a Vandan girl, but he knew Avan didn't buy it, and that meant he had to lay low for as long as the tension was up. He sighed multiple times as he tossed in bed, his mind wandering farther than the whole of werewolf territory.

Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand. That had resulted in her biting his finger, which created disruption because they started acting lovey dovey, but Blake was quick to reprimand them, letting me continue my story. When I was finally done, Cathy was the first to start talking. "You had sex with the mafia man? You're not a virgin anymore? How was it? How big is he? Oh my fucking God. I've seen a picture of him once and damn, it got me wet. Can you link me up with one of the men in the mafia? Sorry, babe." She directed at Spencer who was watching her in amusement.