Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

The kind of person who had something to hide. "Gambling debts," Damian said. Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "What?" "Every sports journalist in this city has gambling debts. It's an open secret. We pick one—not our blackmailer, someone else—and we leak a fake story about them owing money to the wrong people. The news cycle eats it up. Our blackmailer gets scared because they see we're willing to play dirty. And we buy ourselves time to figure out who they really are." Sebastian was quiet for a long moment. Then a slow smile spread across his face. Not the Reaper's smirk. Something genuine. Something impressed.

The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms. Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.

I am nineteen and still in my nightshift, with my heart hammering so hard that my tits shake. I never believed the stories. The old women whisper about him around winter fires—the devil in the pines. He comes when you have nothing left. He arrives when death scratches at your door and desperation makes you stupid enough to call his name. The stories say you would give anything. You would offer your soul, your body, or your firstborn. He would take it all with a smile. I think it is crap. These are fairy tales for scared children. Then my brother almost stops breathing that afternoon, and I scream a name I do not even believe in. I scream it into the empty cabin while his chest goes increasin

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

“This is going to be the most awkward dinner of our lives, you know that right?” “I know and that’s why we’re going to try our hardest to no be like that. However, your father and July, yeah, they’ll be weird. You know about them. He thinks I know about them because he told me. July confided in you and Dean confided in me. The only one who thinks it’s still a secret is him. So, this might be the most entertaining dinner of our lives. What will make it really awkward is if I tell him his little girl isn’t a virgin anymore and by the way, it was me that took it.”

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

The way you fucked me against the window… I’m sore in the best way. **Ryan:** You’re addictive. Can’t wait to taste you again tomorrow. Lila’s out of town till Thursday. Lila read every single message. Dozens of them. She saw photos, Ryan’s hand between another woman’s thighs, Mia’s full lips wrapped around him, videos she couldn’t bring herself to play but whose thumbnails burned into her mind. Over a year. More than a year of lies while she planned their future, supported his risky investments, and waited patiently for the man she married to come back to her.

“That sounds incredible. What do you want, baby?” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “In a lot of the p**n we watch, there are scenes with white wives getting fucked by well-hung black guys. I know a lot of it is fake, but every time I see a big black cock stretching a tight white pussy, I get soaking wet. I want to experience it for real. I want to get fucked by a hung black guy… while I suck your cock.” David stared at me in silence for several long seconds, his face unreadable. Then he stood up and left the room without saying a word.

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M