Louis Tomlinson Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

His tongue…and holy shit, that big cock. “You’re disgusting.” He raises his eyebrows. “I did remember correctly. And you never thought what we did was disgusting before. I seem to remember one particular night in vivid detail that involved you, me, and the roof of your parents’ house. What you wanted me to do to you…I still think about my head between your legs while balancing two stories above the ground.” “Jackson might hear you,” I hiss, getting turned on and annoyed by Owen’s open dirty talking. “Nah, he’s too far ahead. Hey, Jackson, we’re going to Disney World,” he says just to prove his point. The boy doesn’t so much as turn around. “See?”

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

Practically a sin. Noah let out a low whistle. His voice had gone thick. “Fuck. You could make a hospital gown look hot.” Wesley tilted his head, eyes dragging down my body like he was carving me into memory. “Now we’re overdressed.” “Then fix it,” I said, lips curling.

Most importantly, why aren’t we all trying to find a way out of this situation? A cross between a moan and a gasp escapes my lips when Tori touches it once more, holding it firmly in her grip. She stares at it transfixedly as she slowly, softly drags her hand up and down the enormous length. “Damn,” She murmurs, repeating the intoxicating motion over and over again. “Sage, this is crazy amazing.”

"you should be looking down at my feet when you talk dirty rag!" "Excuse me,y..you mean,what?"I asked bemused. "yes that's what you are...a filthy rag!" "pardon.." "oh please don't pretend now"he cut in, raising his hand up to the air in disdain." you are unscrupulous,impure and disgusting. you go around with different men all the time to get a dollar note from their heavy pockets." "Why are you accusing me ....?I don't understand what you are talking about!"

I knew I was rambling nonsense at this point so I tried to take a few deep breaths like my therapist showed me so I could calm the fuck down and not have a panic attack while on the phone. “Wait what the hell are you talking about? OMG ARE YOU IN ROME!!!” “Of course, that’s what you choose to focus on, not on the fact that I practically got mauled by some bear ass looking men, who looked like the dollar tree version of men in black.” “Right sorry, I just got so excited that you’re finally in the same country and time zone as me that I kind of forgot about that.”

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

How I suck on your earlobe while I say dirty things to get you off without even touching your clit. LonelyGirl: Please touch my clit. Your fingers felt so good. I want your tongue tracing me everywhere. LimberJack: Greedy girl! Marathon, not a sprint. But not gonna lie I love that you are as turned on by me as I am by you. LonelyGirl: We have to add pictures and videos to this app. LimberJack: Fuck yes we do! That's brilliant. You. Are. Brilliant. LimberJack: And sexy, wanted by at least two other men, who knows how many others. But who do you belong to.