Lewd Notebook Novels & Stories

I wiped them quickly on my tiny sleep shorts before easing open his desk drawer. The flash drive was right there, waiting like it knew I’d come back. I plugged it in fast. The laptop screen lit up, casting a blue glow over my face in the dark room. The folder opened, and there they were again — all his videos. Slim-thick girls bent over his desk, their moans filling the speakers as he pounded them deep. PAWGs with fat, jiggling asses bouncing hard on his cock. Big-boned ones gripping the sheets, taking every thick inch like they were made for it. He had dates, notes, the whole twisted collection laid out like a private scorecard.

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

I found the answer in Adrian's study. He was gone for the day, and his passwords were predictable-his mother's birthday followed by his own initials. It took three attempts before the safe behind the bookshelf clicked open. Inside lay stacks of cash, documents, and a small black notebook I didn't recognize. I grabbed the notebook first, flipping through it. Names, dates, transactions. It was a ledger of Adrian's illicit dealings-bribes, blackmail payments, threats. Some names I recognized from the society pages; others were strangers.

More thoroughly. And then I found something. A small black notebook hidden beneath the files. My heart began pounding immediately. It looked old. Worn. Important. Very important. I opened the first page. And froze. Every page contained notes. Dates. Names. Transactions. Meetings. And one name appeared repeatedly. Luca Russo. My mouth went dry. The further I read, the worse it became. Illegal shipments. Money laundering. Bribery. Threats. People disappearing. My hands began shaking.

Forbidden Fantasies

A scale alone wouldn't prove anything a decent lawyer couldn't explain away. The notebook was tucked in the drawer beneath it, spiral-bound, corner soft from handling. I flipped it open with shaking hands, my phone light cupped low, and found rows of initials, dates, dollar amounts, a ledger, plain as anything, the kind of thing nobody kept unless they were careless or arrogant enough to think they'd never get caught. I snapped three pictures before my nerve ran out, and I was easing the drawer shut when a name near the bottom of the last page caught my eye.

Whеn I wоkе up again аftеr thе drugs wоrе off, she was gоnе. Yesterday I fоund this nоtеbооk. It bеlоngеd tо аnоthеr gіrl thаt thеу tооk. Her nаmе wаѕ Sаrаh, аnd thе first lоgѕ іn thіѕ nоtеbооk аrе from her. I’m ѕаddеnеd аbоut whаt hарреnеd tо her and her frіеnd Luсу.

"Yeah, a small book with blank or ruled pages for writing notes, got it?" "Oh that thing, I don't know where it is maybe it is under the table." Is he an idiot? I know he's but how someone can be that much idiot! Uhhhh! "So can you bring it here? I need it." In reply, he just shrugged his shoulder. Looks like I need to bring it by myself. So I got up and went towards the table to find his notebook but when I opened the first drawer I felt disgusted. All the drawers were full of condoms. There were at least dozens of them. What did he do with that much quantity? Eat them? I was just about to close the drawer when he whispered

One could be happy and enjoy the sensual gratification, but even the ones who are not happy can still successfully take part in sexual enjoyment. One or the other new thing was bound to turn up each day in Marie’s life. And despite having a great day at home, which was not something that was very common, things turned out ugly for her as the sun set for the day. That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture.

A plan that, if executed correctly, would change everything. Back in her cell, Isabella sat down on the bed and opened a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside was a small notebook, its pages filled with her carefully scribbled notes. She had been tracking everything—names, contacts, dates, potential allies. The details were crucial, each line of writing a small piece of a much larger puzzle. She flicked through the pages, each entry a reminder of how far she had come. The notebook held her only connection to the outside world, her lifeline in the midst of the prison walls.