Profanity Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A hard, dirty fuck to shut that guilty little head up? Take it. Take every fucking inch.” I was already close, the shame and the stretch and the way he was using me combining into something sharp and electric. He reached around, found my clit, and rubbed it in tight circles while he kept slamming into me. My legs started shaking but fuck I want him to fo harder. As if he knew what was in my heart,he fucked me even harder. “Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Come for your brother like the dirty little slut you are.” I shattered around his cock like the obedient little sister.

If I hadn't heard the kind words that other people have said about me, I would have felt completely outclassed by them and their breathtaking beauty. I fixed my gaze on a different person who appeared to be a man. He did not appear to be disliking it, but rather he was annoyed and somewhat uninterested. "I am utterly disgusted that you descended to such low levels to mate with an abomination Prince Salvatore. You are a Royal of very high standards." I gave the woman a sneer. She ought to feel shameful for making such unkind remarks about other people. They were simply rulers in order to enforce the law, not to give in to their egocentric tendencies.

I'm such a hypocrite calling his mouth dirty when I myself can't speak a f*cking paragraph without using a cuss word. But who cares? He has a dirty mouth. Periodt!

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

The anger I had been holding in, the humiliation, the heartbreak—it all erupted. "You motherfucker," I hissed, the word foreign and yet so incredibly right on my tongue. My nunhood was gone, and with it, the rules that had bound me. I didn't have to comply anymore. And you know what? That one word, that single act of defiance, gave me immense pleasure. It was a dam breaking, a violent storm I had been holding back for too long. A barrage of profanity rained down on him, each curse a testament to my shattered innocence, each word punctuated by another object I threw in his direction. I would no longer dance to his tune. My hands were shaking, my body trembling

And right now, he would be trying to stifle his laughter. "So you are not even aware of where you are at the moment?" He grits out and it scares me a bit. "I'm sorry!" I murmur, looking down because after he yells at me, it becomes hard to look him in the eyes. "Damn! I already told you I don't like sorries. Try to work on your mistakes, that'd be better than repeating sorry!" Out of all the things he said, I am seen to be stuck on the profanity he cursed. What? I know I also do it, but it does not suit a teacher, right?

Margaret was so angry that she almost fainted. Margaret had always claimed to be a noble lady, surrounded by classy people who wouldn't use profanities. But people on the internet were neither gentlemen nor gentlewomen. They didn't mind swearing when they disapproved of something Margaret could hardly breathe after reading the vulgar curses people threw at the evil mother-in-law and sh*tty husband. She immediately called Edric,

KNÍFE PLAY. MF/MM/MFM/MFMM. PÀIN. PARASÓMNIA. PRÀISE KÌNK. PRIMAL KÌNK. PUBLIC HUMILIATION. PTSD. REVENGE. SCÀRS. SLÀPPING. STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIA TORTŮRE. TOYS. VIOLENCE.

“Hmm. Let’s see... South Park?” Olivia laughed, shaking her head as she reached for the scallions. “Nope. Not even close.” “BoJack Horseman? No, too depressing,” he mused, sliding one of the glasses toward her across the marble island. “Give me a hint.” “Big Mouth,” she said, popping a blackberry into her mouth. Derek actually choked on a laugh, nearly spilling his own drink. “No way. Absolutely not. That show is... Liv, that show is aggressively filthy.”

It started with F–nope, not the censored words, dirty souls. It went like…flocci…umm…yeah, it was something like that. Fluffynauffy? Floccinauci? Oh, yeah! Floccinaucinihilipilification! Got it! I am a genius. Where the hell is my medal? My royal teacher used to call me a divine example of floccinaucinihilipilification aka the action or habit of anticipating something as worthless. The moron used to call me worthless? Me? Sweet little me?