Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

“Some stories, yeah. But they’re, um… dirty.” She leaned in a little closer. “I like a good dirty story. Ping them over to me will you when you get a chance?” Like hell I would. My next words were barely a whisper. “If I’m not fired and shamed all the way to Hell before the day is done.” She laughed out loud. “Even Mr Douglas isn’t going to fire you for writing some dirty fantasies. He can hardly be offended by a bit of filth. He’ll probably take a copy for later.”

His free hand dipped into her leggings, finding her panties soaked. "Fuck, you're wet," he said, fingers circling her clit through the fabric. She bucked, moaning his name. The realism hit her—the scratch of the rug, the pop of embers, his stubble rasping her skin. No fantasy; this was Max, the guy who'd bandaged her scraped knees, now unraveling her.

MILA The morning sunlight was brutal. Like, really brutal. I groaned, rolling over on my bed, immediately regretting every single shot I’d taken last night. My head pounded, my throat felt dry, and my stomach was threatening to start a protest. The faint smell of jollof and spilled alcohol still lingered in the room. I cracked one eye open and nearly screamed when I saw Sandra sitting cross-legged at the edge of my bed, bright-eyed, fully dressed, and scrolling through her phone like she’d slept eight peaceful hours in heaven.

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

That night I got home (well, the new home, this stupid mansion that smelled like money damn,) and Riley was already in my room, sitting cross-legged on my bed drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol she definitely stole from the kitchen. “You okay?” she asked, eyes red. She’d been crying again. Probably over Harper, her on-again-off-again girlfriend who cheated on her every other Tuesday. “No,” I said, flopping face-down next to her. “My life is a dumpster fire with extra gasoline.” She poked my side. “Tell me.” So I told her. Everything. The professor. She took another swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Huh. That’s kinda hot.”

Unice said, and I lifted Unice's thighs as my sperm dripped out of her pussy while my dick was still inside her. "I'll take care of that," I responded, picking up a tissue from the car. I took my dick from her pussy, and the sperm immediately spilled from her pussy; she touched the hem of her dress, and I cleaned the sperm from her pussy. "It's okay now," I murmured, and she stared at me and put on her underwear. "I'll just take time to rest, but what we did was unsafe, and Max saw us," Unice said, her face flushed as I scratched my head and smiled.

“I already had a shitty day, do not make me take it out on you.” “I’m sorry.” He grumbled. “Why did you call Ellmord?” “I just read through your mail and I must say, it’s one of the best news I’ve received today.” Still smiling, I gulped more alcohol. “How long do you think this case is going to last?” I want to be done with her part already. “This is a murder case Mr. Ellmord, and not just any murder case, the murder case of Derek Shirley with his wife as the defendant. This is one of the dirtiest cases in court so far, so they are going to drag it out.”

Kat says. “Wow, That was an eventful night. No wonder she is so pissed off. She said she would tell me everything later. Enough about her drama we can listen to all of it when she wakes up. Tell me about you beautiful,” Roman says. Roman still rubbing Kat’s bare leg. “Well, you know I work at the studio, I have been married 8 times. I just can't seem to find anyone normal to be in my life. Maybe I am unbearable to live with,” Kat says.