Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

It was like this unspeakable game between the two us, he was quick to take on the challenge. A grimace crept to my lips as I started touching myself too, slowly until my fingers found my wet soaked pussy. The room was dimly lit and between that and the steam in the air, only little was left to imagination but it was more than enough. As a finger entered me, I let out a soft moan which only echoed louder, and then two.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

Fully knowing my whole body, he asks, “how wet are you right now, Madame President?” Fuck. Nothing will top the way he asks me that filthy question while addressing me as my formal title. He makes it all dirty, forbidden, and dangerous. He is creating this game for me to have all my anticipation begging for him. I never felt dirtier in my life and I love it. I look at him, never backing down. “So much and we both know whose fault is that.” He chuckles, but his eyes are already darker for need to devour me. Oh to have this man do the begging…

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

“It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.” I watched Hazel’s jaw tighten and nothing else. The missing man sat in the room with us now, along with the clean company photo of Don I had seen online months ago. A plate of meat. Days of weakness. A colleague who wrote it down and then disappeare

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

Yeah, it was a perfectly normal after school activity. I ended up jumping into the dirty container and found the small, black book the moment my feet touched the container's floor. It sat there, calm and imposing just like it had been in my dream. I brushed the hair off my face, noting how odd and stupid I most likely looked now as I bent to pick the book. It felt light and heavy at the same time, if that made sense and I opened the first page gingerly. It contained faded ink which I could probably read if I was in a more conducive environment, not this dumpster. I hastily shoved the book into my tote bag and managed to climb out of the container with as much dignity as I could muster.

"I want you. I want this." Noah then draped one of her thighs on his arms and started grinding against her. Slow, sexy crushing motions. Now this was what she called real dirty dancing. This was what it felt like to grind with their bodies intertwined. She whimpered as her clitoris throbbed from the stimulation. The man slowly moved in and out of her. "Ingrid, you feel so good," Noah whispered as he moved smoothly.