Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

"Get out." "Without those keys, you have nothing," Jessica countered. "You’re the girl from the wrong side of the tracks who got lucky. But luck runs out when the man holding the umbrella dies. Give me the code to the vault, or I’ll let the board of directors strip this place bare by morning." "Noah left a notebook," Lydia said, her voice turning icy. "He wrote about the accounts. And he wrote about people like you." Jessica’s expression shifted to something predatory. "The notebook? Where is it?"

And judging by the way his brow was slightly raised… He had already opened it. Lila’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. Her notebook. Ethan Ryder was holding her notebook. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she stared at the familiar gray cover resting in his hand the same notebook filled with two years of secrets. Two years of quiet observations. Two years of words that were never meant for him to see. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Panic flooded her chest. She quickly stepped forward and reached for it.

And she has just the right amount of curves at the right places. Calvin walked to her bed and sat down, his eyes saw a black thing under her pillow. _what's this?_ he wondered. Then he took off the pillow and under it was a black notebook. He always bought notebooks for her which she uses to write but this one doesn't look like one if it. He took it up and examined it, written at the cover of the book was, "write your deepest darkest desires in here and watch it come to past". Calvin stared in bewilderment at the absurdity of the title.

The crypt was a furnace of wax and cunt-heat. I woke tied to the crimson chaise, wrists and ankles raw from silk rope now soaked with sweat and my own slick. The candle holder had burned low, flames licking black candles down to stubs, and dripping wax like cum onto the stone. Five cameras—four Bolex and one digital—blinked red, live, and feeding 73,912 viewers on the dark web. Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE”.

Victors POV The office is empty after work. I lock the door and turn to Lena. She's at her desk. her skirt hugging her hips. I walk over, take her arm, and pull her to the boardroom table. 'Over the desk, now,' I say. She bends forward, ass up. I flip her skirt over her waist. Her panties are white lace. I yank them down to her ankles. Her bare bottom is round and firm. With one hand, I pin her wrists behind her back.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Lea rolled her eyes. I held out my hand. "Give me my notebook." "No." I lunged for it, but Lea jerked it out of my reach. "Lea, give it back!" "So this notebook really is that important to you?" she snapped. "With all this disgusting stuff written in it, I'm going to burn it! This stupid notebook is the reason you keep throwing yourself at Dylan!" "LEA!" I shoved her shoulder aside and yanked the notebook out of her hands.

The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help. I spread my legs widely over my center table, my legs guiding the laptop in between, my round ass on my comfortable leather cushion. I sucked on my fingers and they melted into my slick, dripping pussy folds, spreading my creamy juices over my entire swollen core and puffy clit. My eyes watched, ears drinking in the moans echoing from my laptop. “Mmmm,” I moaned, watching him pull her hair across the kitchen counter like she was an object. The smearing of my dripping pussy, rubbed furiously with my fingers, made my sensitive nipples even harder. Spl

I broke into his place on a Thursday. It was easy. He left the door unlocked like an invitation. I went through every drawer. Found the notebook under a stack of old mail. Page after page of my schedule. What I wore. How long the shower ran. Detailed notes about the nights he’d stood in my bedroom and breathed me in. The part about the underwear made my cunt clench so hard I had to sit down. I was naked on his couch with two fingers inside myself when he walked in. Lights off. Notebook open on the table. He didn’t look shocked. Just dropped his keys and walked over until he was standing between my spread knees.

"This was under the mattress. It's full of names, dates, times. Looks like she's been tracking everyone who's ever wronged her." "Does my name appear?" She flipped through the pages. "More than once. But so does Ciel's. And Leo's. And mine." She paused. "And your father's." I felt the floor shift beneath me. "My father is in her notebook?" "Under the heading 'Paid Assets.'" She turned the notebook toward me. "There's a list of names. Marcus Blackwood is at the top, followed by Warren, Mara Laurent, and a fourth name I don't recognize."