Mexican Word Of The Day Dirty Novels & Stories

A flash of what if I’ve messed up. She covered it fast, laughing, but I saw it. “We’ll mess you up,” she said. “You’ll see.”

The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds. Next is Mr. Delgado, Spanish teacher from the high school, whispering “puta sucia” while he rails me missionary-style, hips snapping so hard the table scoots an inch across the floor. He comes with his thumb on my clit and I squirt all over his khakis. Two. By the tenth guy I stop counting names. Just dicks and loads and the wet slap of skin on skin. Somebody’s phone flashlight is pointed right at my pussy so the livestream can see every rope paint me white inside. The comments are pure poetry:

“So, you are a whore and a slut, right?” “Yes.” “Good, tell me.” “I am a whore and a slut.” “And you want me to fuck you, huh?” “Yes.” “Good, pig. You been fucked by a Mexican before?” “No.” “But you want my brown cock in your fat pussy, huh?” “Yes.” Dammit, I was getting hotter and hotter. I was never this hot and all he was doing was talking! “Is your pussy ready?” “Yes, oh yes.” I was so dry in the mouth I could hardly swallow.

Alex (P.O.V.) When I arrived at the class I just entered. The teacher stopped speaking and turned around. I rolled my eyes. Everyone stopped and stared at me. The teacher was about to speak, but I rose my hands in a stop do not talk to me motion. "Detener. Por favor, no hables porque me temo que tu voz es tan molesta que arruinarás mi día entero. Sé que llego tarde y realmente no me importa un carajo. No pienses en mandarme a la oficina porque te arrepentirás. ¿Lo tienes? Ahora muévete antes de que le quite un sombrero a tu viejo tresero. " (Translation: Stop. Please do not speak for I fear that your voice may be so annoying that you might ruin my entire day. I know I am late, and I really d

I turn to the Mexican guy, ignoring Enzo's mutterings of a crazy woman. I wince at the up-close picture I got of his face. "I'm sorry man but they fucked you up," I told him in Spanish as I sat down. "Fuck you," he spat, not appreciating my honesty. I put up my hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm not here because I want to be. I'm just like you... just not tied up and less bloody, I guess." He scoffed, "No you're not. You're a disgrace to all Mexicans, working for this evil Gringo."

65 “Snob ” 66 “Of course!” 67 “Mmmm not sure yet.” 68 You know 69 High-class/rich 70 A term that refers to Filipinas who have tan or dark skin. 71 “Tell him that he’s a piece of shit.” 72 “Tell her that I think she’s a piece of shit too.” 73 Paranoid 74 “HEY!!!! What now? LET’S GO TO MCDO!!!” 75 Short for “Hala”, which is an expression that equates to “Oh my God”, “Oh dear”, “Oh my” etc.

He nods and taps a chair, “ chair, Silla.” I repeat again and he smiles, “Cafe.” I blink, “Coffee?” “Exactly.” “ I thought café meant café.” A dramatic sigh escapes me. “This language is trying to kill me.” “No.” “It definitely is.” He points towards the window, “Puerta.” “Puerta.” The ceiling, “Techo.” For the first time since arriving in Mexico, learning feels normal, not terrifying, not impossible, just normal and slow. Word by word. Step by step.

“Your papa give dinero. Lucky you. He pay today and we send you home. Comprende?” Jon just nodded. His throat was parched and raw. He was afraid speaking would hurt. “You should say thank you to us for treetin’ you so good, sí?” A trickle of blood slid out of the talking Mexican’s nose. The others laughed arrogantly at his words, once they had been translated. Blood then started to run out of another’s nose, then another, then another, till they were all bleeding.

Bacha ma culo – kiss my ass Bastardo - bastard Cagacazzo – lame ass dumb Capeesh – understood Cazzo – dick, like Americans use the word fuck Che palle – what balls Maria’s favorite phrase Che te pozzino ammazza – you shall be butchered Chi non va non vede, chi non vede non sa e chi non sa se lo prende sempre in culo - if you don’t go you won’t see, if you don’t see you won’t know, if you don’t know you’ll take it in the ass every time

(why'd you hit me) Roman says rubbing the back of his head pouring creamer into the cup of coffee she sat down I front of him. "Por que ya te conozco y algo as echo. Aver platícame ora que cabrones as echo" (because I know you and you've done something, now tell me now what have you done asshole" "La chica del otro día la que te pedí que la dieras una carta resultó ser justo la que siempre buscábamos" he stops taking a sip of his coffee before he starts talking again. (The girl from the other day the one I asked you to give the note to turned out to be just what we've always been looking for)