Profanity Novels & Stories

“Open your legs for me you dirty slut” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN “Um, can you not use that word please?” “Why not slut, you’re the one on here whoring yourself.” -b1gf@tc0Ck12IN I couldn’t hit the red X fast enough to close down the chat. Furious with him, and deeply frustrated with myself. Was I just broken? Would I be untouchable forever? I walked away from the computer screen and ran my hand through my hair, my auburn curls shifting chaotically as my fingers passed through them. I was embarrassed, hurt and so bloody horny! I couldn’t let him call me that though, that didn’t turn me on. If he only knew, I was anything but a slut. I was almost 21 and still never even been kissed.

Some comments had profanities in them, so those were automatically censored. The man was seething by now. With his mouth aimed perfectly at the microphone, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "You think I need your chump change? Do you have any idea who my family is? Our net worth is in the millions, you morons!" He discriminated against everyone equally. Even Giselle was not spared from his profanities. "You're just a good-for-nothing streamer. You got rich fast. Did it by sleeping around, didn't you?

" 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.

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

as if questioning his own character, if he's turn mentally demented for her. Intense vexation and self loath filled his mind as he turned blind in rage and stormed outside in anger, smashing the bottle of wine hard on the tile, not caring if she flinched by the loud smashing sound as anger coursed through his vein like burning lava and he turned into an enraged beast ready to unleash his anger on the his poor punching bag... Fuck this woman, let her suffer and die in affliction but never ever touch a cheap woman like her, she's not meant even to lie beneath you, however alluring she looks, she's a dirt that can't sit right with gold!!!

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

Or worse. *****

" 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."

What's more worse? Damnit!!

, 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.