I M Dirty Dan Novels & Stories

I asked him as I pulled out pizza boxes. "I hid it there because I don't want to hear your nagging," he replied. I continued nagging him about his dirtiness. How could a man be so dirty and lazy? "Aiyaaa!" Daniel screamed. "Just leave my things the way they are. What does it have to do with you? I love being dirty," he said as he stood up and left for the bedroom. "No wonder you have no wife or girlfriend yet," I said, screaming after him. Several minutes later,

He added with a grimace. What the… Crazy Crows! Who the hell said that?! “Dan, that guy is a neat-freak! He made me sanitise my hands before I ate an ice-cream. It wasn’t like I was going to touch the ice-cream but he still made me do it.” I told him. “Besides, he never had a dog!” I added. There was silence as Dan and Paige blinked at me. Did my words come out more intensely than intended? Eh! Who cares?

I let Callie and Dan into the shelter. Of course, I locked them in the dog cages in the basement. Sitting back in a cushioned chair, I watched the two of them kneeling on the floor in front of me. The once-elegant shirt Callie used to wear was now black with grime, reeking of rot. Dan looked even worse. One of his fingers was missing, and his face was caked with dirt and dried blood. When he saw how clean and put together I looked, he looked jealous. However, he quickly forced a pitiful look on his face.

I only had one time to do this, or I would fail everyone. I took a moment to gather myself before I opened the door. “Let’s go before I change my mind. That son of bitch chose an open public restaurant to his advantage. “Shit.” “What is it?” “I don’t know what he looks like.” “Fuck.” “If you see a smug curly hair son of a bitch in his forties, then that’s him,” Dane said to our line. “He has a wife named Elaine and a daughter named Savanna.” “Is your team ready?”

“Not this Italian.” His bruiser patted down the rest of my men, and when they passed, Dan finally let us inside. When he opened the door, BO and the reek of human waste wafted out. My eyes watered as I stepped in. “Here’s your product.” Dan flipped on the industrial lights.

Exactly where is Finn? Is he keeping watch over me on the security cameras like he always does? Or is he acting the part of a bar owner while sitting in a plush office chair, equally as buried in his memories? The vile smell of faeces wafts in through the front entrance, and I wrinkle my nose in distaste. Did the security personnel allow a dog inside? With a large bag of limes in his hand, Dan enters. He is followed by a young woman. I see his crisply polished white shirt and tailored black trousers. One of the best hairdressers in the city styles his hair, and he exudes a casual confidence that would have you believe he was born with a silver spoon shoved down his throat.

Daniel looked at their linked hands, "You both are a couple now? Holding hands?" "And so what if we were?" Red spoke to him again. "Yen yen yen yen!" He mimicked her, "My best friend can never look your way so chill." "You are a mess, just like your apartment." Red commented staring at the nearly perfect apartment which would been flawless if not for the scattered empty soda cans on the floor and empty pizza boxes. "Red!" He growled. "Asides being rude and arrogant, you are dirty." Dane got the hint that it was obvious Red didn't want to make peace, "And I think you stink."

Filthy and loving and real. Maria smiled knowingly, sliding plates our way without a word about the obvious tension crackling between us. “Eat up, you two. Big day at the office. Lila and I have a dinosaur museum field trip planned—complete with the roaring exhibit.” Breakfast turned into beautiful chaos: Lila “rawring” between every bite, syrup smeared across her cheeks and my blouse, Dante feeding me bites of pancake straight from his fork while his free hand rested high on my thigh under the island. His fingers teased the edge of my garters, dipping just beneath the skirt to brush my slick folds, pushing a little more of his cum back inside me every time I shifted. Every brush made me cle

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

“Dry off as much as you can.” I took it gratefully, dabbing at my face and arms. “Thank you. Really. Most people would’ve just driven past.” “Not when they see someone who looks as heartbroken as you do,” he replied gently. His voice had this calm authority to it. “I’m Daniel, by the way. Daniel Voss. I run a tech investment firm downtown.” “Aria,” I said softly, still wiping rain from my neck. The towel smelled faintly of his cologne something woody and expensive. “Aria Thompson. I’m… eighteen. Just had the worst night of my life.”