Profanity Novels & Stories

A quiver still running through her body when her dazed mind began to register that he wasn't going to hit her. "Goddamn it! F*ck!!!" Uttering a score of profanity that any man of gentle birth would never say before a woman, he grabbed her arm again. His eyes flashed with a vicious gleam. "Tell me how it happened. Did you come to him? Did you jump into his bed like you did mine the other night? Did you undress in front of him and offer yourself like a whore?" The remarks was a dagger to her heart. She shot out a hand to slap him but he caught at her wrist, holding it cruelly.

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

, I laugh at his face making a disgusting face looking at him from head to toe. “then you should probably know as far as you stay away from me and my fucking life it’s better for me and you too….. Father”, I mock him scoffing. “You and your graceful profanities, you haven’t changed at all right?”, he asks with distaste Judgementally. I smirk at him counter and tilt my head right and look at him amused. How could he be disgusted of me using profanities in my speech when he did the most disgusting task any father would have never done in his life.

I hated lying, it made me feel dirty and now I felt like I was covered up in a thick layer of grime. I’m jerked out of my depressing spiral by Faith’s stern voice saying; “My mum says swear words aren’t good. People who use them are offensive.” If only she knew that just how offensive I felt. “Thanks for telling me but I don’t think there is much you can do here.” I mumbled. “Of course there is, all we have to—” “Oh, goddess no.” Ron sighed as he appeared behind Faith and playfully flicked her head. “I knew it would you, shadow. What are you scheming about this time?”

Im in my room- in mid air almost touching the ceiling- kicking and punching with my eyes closed,cursing a mean streak of fruit profanity. I suffer from what my best friend Keanu (insert eye roll here.His parents are Huge fans of 'The Matrix' and 'John Wick') calls Chronic Pathological Potty Mouth.According to him I can't say two sentences without using profanity.I ofcourse deny such a malicious (and very true) claim to which he challenged me to prove him wrong by going a day without swearing.And thus the fruity expletives were born.I began to substitute curse words for fruit names and despite making me sound completely insane,it

" I teased, holding his cock, getting on his knees and bringing his tip to rest against my opening. “Hmm. His gaze was full of intent, watching what I was doing. - I think that I can't be in bed with you and not move. You're hot as hell... damn! I've never been very fond of gratuitous profanity. I always thought that was an attitude lazy, a communication habit of people who didn't bother looking for the right words. But at the time I judged that the word he was thinking of using was the right one. with the head of his cock stroking the moist folds of my pussy, I said to him: - Say. Say what you were going to say.

A painful expression appeared on his ugly nasty face before I threw his hand away and growled in his face in a menacing voice while shooting angry, murderous daggers at him through enraged, infuriated eyes, feeling like a bubbling volcano from inside, ready to burst. "You are the most shameless gold digger and dirty bitch I have ever seen, you little slut!!! I wonder how many dicks that little stinky ass hole of yours have taken till now or if it's even clean after so many ruffians and rogues do it. Tell me, is it still small? I wonder if it has stretched so much that it has become a sag by time now. Who knows what kind of disease it must be carrying while being rotten from in and out. How m

"You’re really sitting here finger-fucking yourself in the middle of class like a desperate little slut?" The filthy word made my clit pulse violently. I rubbed faster, biting my lip to hold back a moan. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" For a second, I thought he might snap. His large hand gripped the back of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans...thick and impressive. "You should be ashamed," he growled quietly, but his eyes stayed glued to my lap. "If the professor finds out what a filthy whore you are, you’ll be expelled."

But thinking of possibilities, my heart accelerated to an insane pace, all the worst thoughts invaded my mind. Mattia cleared her throat and he looked at her with a ‘what’ look. She gave him a poker face. “I am sure I’m not speaking an alien language. I’m simply asking her to answer a simple question. Is she a virgin or has someone fucked this pussy already?” The thin stick spat, making me feel disgusted over his choice of words. He should have cared about his sexuality rather than my sexual history.

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