The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

What are we supposed to do with dirt? We make a path, Sarah said, and tossed the dirt on the ground. Nothing. Just a patch of earth. No roots bursting up, no magic swirls. It’s just dirt, Mom! June shouted. The soldiers raised their weapons, closing in. Wait, Sarah whispered. Listen.

The house looked like a place a man had left in a hurry and then forgotten how to return to. Dust on the table by the door. Mail in a crooked stack that had slid and stayed slid. A glass in the sink with a ring at the bottom. A jacket over the back of a chair like I had meant to come back for it the same night. I stood in the entry and let the door close behind me and did not pick any of it up. The mess could wait. The dust could wait. I had been living in cars and cabins and other people’s blood for long enough that a dirty house felt almost honest. I went straight down the hall.

“Clint, can you hear me?” The sound of the rushing water grew behind me as I touched down onto the bank. My feet sank immediately into the mud. The silt. The thick of it all. Making it even harder to get to Clint. I lost a shoe prying my foot out of that shit. I heard tires squealing on the bridge as the smell of burnt rubber wafted up my nose. Reminding me of that disgusting dream I hoped to never have again. “Clint! Can you hear me?”

I don’t think I would still be able to sway them like the ducks did. I rubbed off the dirt and started walking, not bad. Only the impact of the fall hurt. I stretched out my arms again as if I just came from a nap. Then, in the distance, I heard some noise from a group of men. @Death Wish Hi everyone! This is the death wish of your Author, drop comments and review! Love you all! Thank you so much!

I heard Alforo's cheap there. "Fuck!" I closed my eyes there. The harsh sound of rain filled my eyes. I also did not follow if they still followed us. All I know is Alforo muttering curse for something. His eyes were screams annoyance as he maneuvered something.

She opened the note in it and read “a cup every evening before bed. 3 days only.” Now she had her trophy, and two options, the vast land in front of her and the noise behind her. She already knew escape was not an option because she could see that the fences were still very much holding, and very much high. Escape was nowhere in sight but her wolf, she itched. “You can't be serious.” She said out loud. “Now, you wanna come alive, Snow girl?” But she kept moving. She got to the third creek and then she heard the noise, much louder than what she had left behind her, and much stranger too.

I hated how true it was. He reached down and grabbed my shorts, yanking them the rest of the way off. Then he shoved two fingers into my cunt without warning. I gasped, hips jerking. I was still sensitive, still swollen from being fucked so hard. His fingers slid in easily, my walls fluttering around the intrusion. “Listen to that,” he said, pumping his fingers slowly. “Soaked. You came so hard you almost screamed.” I bit my lip. “We can’t do this again. Not here.”

“Quietly. Take every inch like the slut you are for me.” The chair creaked softly as I bounced, his cock hitting that perfect spot each time. We kept our voices to harsh whispers. “Harder,” I begged. “Claim me right here where you work.” He thrust up sharply, making me whimper. “You love this, don’t you? Sneaking around while your mother’s home. My dirty secret.” “Yes… I’m your dirty secret.” The words pushed me closer. My clit rubbed against him with every grind until I came hard, clenching around him, biting his lip to stay silent.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”