Nasty Novels & Stories

I told him truly, if he was going to fire me, he should know that he gave me a lot of work that I didn't appreciate. "I love your honesty" he complimented. Yeah of course. "How have you been?" He asked. I watched his aging face. He had uneven beards growing out of his chin that he badly needed to fix, but apart from that, he looked good. Mr. Blue was the type of man you'd want as a sugar daddy, he had the looks for it, but for some reason, he disgusted me. It wasn't my fault and he didn't do anything, I just felt disgusted by him.

He married the old lady for her money and went around looking for younger girls to satisfy him. No wonder he had such expensive cars and lives in a mansion without a job. Christine felt used and betrayed. She hated her life at the moment. But she knew she had to get out of there before anyone sees her. She crawled towards the fence and jumped over the fence, while trying so hard to avoid getting seen.

"I don't know, maybe because Henry tells her directly at the register that she can keep the change, and he doesn't make her run out into the cold street so he can say that to her." "He's a weakling." The Madonna! How hard it is to keep from laughing! "A rich weakling," I retort. The Ganovese are the biggest fortune in the state. "Polite, kind, helpful, thoughtful..." I list. "Rubbish. Is this the kind of politeness that appeals to women?" "Maybe so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Santo kicked one of the hall chairs. And he dropped into it before burying his face in the palm of his hands.

A lot had change within 24hours that serious could not explain, from going to the bar with the thought of having the fun of her life, completely getting over her ex boyfriend, to having a quickie with a hot man, whose bed she was currently lying on, she could not explain what she was feeling at the moment, could not tell if it was a good or bad feeling. His phone rang breaking them apart, Alex reluctantly reached out for his phone lying on the drawer close to his bed, he flung it across the room when he saw the content of the message, it was Pearl, sending him her naked well shaved, and wet pussy, with the caption, " I can't wait to be fucked by you again"

He had a grin on his face that indicated he was listening to our conversation. "Kara must have gotten on Leah's nerves to threaten death," Mason said. "I meant it, Mace," I said, and his grin dropped, "That girl is tenacious. It is almost as if she has some sense of entitlement. I can understand why she can't move on, but what I do not understand, is why she has to be bold about it? She has slandered me on many occasions, and she keeps calling and texting us. The bitch is crazy and crazy people are dangerous. We have children, Mace. The way things are looking, the best way to deal with this bitch is to put her out of her misery for good," I said, and he came to where I was sitting looking wo

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

My mouth clicked shut. He unfolded the paper. "Your grammar is decent. Your vocabulary is varied. But your pacing..." He tutted. "It’s a bit rushed, don't you think?" I stared at him, confused. Was he critiquing my writing style? He looked down at the page and began to read aloud. "The Professor locked the door with a click. He loosened his tie and walked toward her." Hearing his deep, raspy voice read my dirty fantasy was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me. It was also the hottest.

“Well, if you keep banging it the way you did last night, it might wear off sooner than you expect.” I laughed out loud, almost losing my breath. I have never heard someone say something that vulgar and she said it so casually.. “What the fuck, Sabrina! How do you even say something that nasty and be so cool about it?” “Um, it just came out and by the way, what was that hardcore banging all about? It was like you were trying to overimpress me or something.” I knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to get words from my mouth but I was smarter.

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the master suite without uttering a word, slamming the heavy door behind him. Maren pressed her fingers against her burning lips and took a ragged breath to calm her racing pulse. She walked to the nursery crib and lifted her crying nephew into her arms, rocking him gently against her shoulder. The room felt far too small now, trapping her inside a fortress of gold and uncomfortable desire.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”