Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

She needs to do it neither she likes it nor not, and even if the truth is that she is not know how to clean. She started to clean the dust and dirt on the books. She arranges it alphabetically. She mops the floor. The Library of Randell was inside his room. Before going to his bed spacer, you need to pass his not a small or the big one archive but it's enough for him to walk around in his library while getting or looking for the books that the handsome pirate Randell wants to read in his spare time. I

Makes it harder for any spies listening in to get what it is we’re talking about… “But I do have a problem right now Froggy that I think may involve you…” And here it comes… get ready for it, Nate… ”What do you mean by that, Sir?" ”We recently have a few chapters missing from your other book, and it may seem that you have sold it to another publication. You do realize that you’re an exclusive writer with us and you’re not supposed to pass your books to another company, right?” ”What book is this, Sir?” ”The Accountant’s Records.”

I can tell he is trying to not jerk off right now. “Ok get on the bed and pull your knees up” he does just that. I go to my bedside table and get some lube. Once back to him he is watching me and his hand is slowly jerking himself off. I bat his hand away. With one hand I spread lube around his puckered hole and the other i jerk him off slowly. “Ready” I ask him? “Yes” he tenses up as I circle my fingers around his entrance. As I start to slide my middle finger in I can feel him clench.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.

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.

He pulled off his shirt last, and even though his body was older, it was thick with power, defined in a way that made it hard to look away. Dennis’ voice brought me back. “Stewart, are you going to give us an answer?” My eyes drifted over them, shameless and greedy. I didn’t even try to hide it. I blamed the alcohol and the heat and the fact that these men looked like sin and temptation rolled into one. I thought about how professional I was supposed to be, how nothing about this was in the rulebook. But then again, this wasn’t a rulebook moment. I didn’t even get the chance to answer.

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

He let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “And yet, here you are, trembling because I’m standing too close.” His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek. It was the lightest touch, but it set my skin on fire. “Is that what you want, my dirty little girl? You want me to ruin that sweet, innocent act for everyone? To bend you over this bed and give you exactly what you’ve been begging for in these pages?” A broken, pathetic sound escapes my throat. It’s supposed to be a “no,” but it comes out as a desperate, needy whimper.

"You’re being paid four million. Might as well work for it." With a groan, I snatched the duster like it was a sword and marched to the bookshelf. If he wanted to turn his boredom into a game, fine. I’d turn cleaning into a whole damn performance. I dusted each shelf with the flair of a Broadway actress, tossing in dramatic sighs for flair. "Behold. I have cleaned your already clean shelf." Pierce reclined in his chair. "You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound."