Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1: MY PUSSY’S PRICE TAG DEMI’S POV My laptop screen was the only light in my shitty apartment, the neon glow of the sugar daddy website a stark contrast to the peeling paint and the distant wail of a siren. I’d been scrolling for hours, my stomach a tight knot of shame and desperation. Rent was due. My student loan payment was a monster staring me down. Another "emergency" call to my parents, with their thinly veiled disappointment, was out of the question.

I felt helpless and defeated, a hard lump stuck in my throat, restricting my airflow and making me dumb. I could see the desperation in Anthony’s eyes, I’m sure he had always been in agony in our marriage. That explained why he lived each day of his life comparing me to my best friend and wishing I looked like her. The world is indeed cruel! “Just sign the papers, Selina! You aren’t a bad person, but we weren’t just meant to be. I know I’m alive because of your dad’s kidney and I’m very sorry he died during the transplant. But that doesn’t mean I will spend each day of my life atoning for my failed kidneys.”

Gulping, I totally forgot about my poop philosophy as I immediately wiped my butt with the kleenex I brought; I don't care about my poop anymore, I don't care if I cut in half or not because I am not just scared; I'm terrified. I care more about my life than my shit. Both figuratively and literally. Growl. I immediately -and awkwardly- ran towards my bag which was placed a few feet away from me. While walking, I was pulling my pants and panties up on the way. So remember when I said that not cutting your own poop in half is a talent? Yeah, well what I'm doing right now is God's gift. "Holy shit holy shit holy shit," I muttered while grabbing my bag and opened it. "Holy shit holy shit holy sh

My hand froze halfway there. The realization struck immediately. There was no second person to make juice for. No little boy waiting at the table. No one asking for extra cookies before dinner. No Kai. The cup slipped from my fingers and clattered back onto the counter. I squeezed my eyes shut. "No." The word came out weak. Broken. I pressed my palms against the countertop and lowered my head. "No." The second time sounded worse. Because it wasn't denial anymore. It was desperation. A plea.

"Don't get me wrong. When I said I wanted to sever all ties with you, it wasn't a threat or anything. I mean it." Dad clenched his fists in anger, and the disgust was evident in his eyes. "Alright then! Very well! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant you your wish! Laura Jackson, from this moment onwards, you're no longer a member of the Jackson family!" All the journalists present didn't expect things to turn out this way. They looked at each other in a daze. "Laura, why did you make such a wish?" "Are your parents or Lily mistreating you? The Jackson family is the richest family in the country. You did a good thing. Why are you punishing yourself by severing all ties with the Jackso

I implore you, lend me your ear," he gasped, his voice saturated with an overwhelming sense of desperation. In the depths of my despair, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of life. The path I once tread with certainty had become obscured, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, amidst the shadows that threatened to consume me, a flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of goodness that refused to be extinguished. Oh, In the depths of despair, she pleaded for assistance, her voice trembling with desperation. "Help me find it again," she implored, her eyes filled with a flicker of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

“My God, look how hard your nipples are. How desperate you are to cum.” I’m still chasing my orgasm when Noah lifts me from the water, shoves the waistband of his boxers down and slams me down on his stiff cock, powering into me even as my walls constrict around him. “Tell me you’ll fuck him,” he whispers against my lips, his voice like silk. “Tell me you’ll fuck my best friend when he comes and I’ll let you come around my cock.” My head thrashes with the desperation to cum. “Fine. Yes, I’ll fuck him.” Only then does he give me what I want.

"Fuck, look at her. She's fucking desperate for it." "She is," Desmond agreed, and I felt him move behind me, felt his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my waist. "She's been desperate since the day she walked in. Haven't you, baby? Desperate for someone to treat you like the dirty little whore you are deep down. Desperate to be used." His fingers found my panties again, and this time he didn't tease. He ripped them, the lace tearing with a sound that made me moan, and then his hand was on my bare pussy, spreading my folds, rubbing my clit with rough, perfect pressure.

She tried to call Joshua but he was not answering the call which was making her worry more and more. “Ah ah ah…. Harder harder. You are so good. I never thought that I would be able to get you. I love you so much.” While men’s loo was filled with this kind of noise. This loo is located at the end of campus which makes less used loo. Two bodies were intertwined with each other. Both the parties were sweating as hell though It was the middle of December. Boy was moving his shaft at full speed. The speed was so much that it was making girls' mind blank.

I wouldn't need to beg for an extension in school, I wouldn't need to survive on cheap coffee and stale bread, I could actually go grocery shopping without the fear of thinking of the aftermath, and I could literally buy a new pair of pants; the ones I had were already slack. I swallowed. This was all shades of wrong; I shouldn't be doing this. It could be dangerous, but then who?. Who else was going to sort my bills?. Who else was going to walk up to me and squeeze a hundred bucks in my hand without trying to harass me?. Who?. Desperation could push you to do things you judged others about, but then who's a saint?. No one!. Another message appeared. “Click yes for the final documentation? "