The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

The outback compound stretched under a sky the color of old bruises, red dust swirling in lazy spirals around the watchtowers. The heat had broken with the sun, but the ground still radiated warmth through the soles of Gianni's boots, and somewhere out past the perimeter fence a dingo called once, twice, then went quiet, as if even the wildlife knew better than to linger here tonight.

I ignored it or even observed it. "Are you still there?" Sancha eyed me with so much curiosity. "Yes, at seven o'clock." Her almond eyes widened. I ignored that and just kept walking. I stared at our chemistry book. I flip the first page when I noticed Tyler arrogant face. I sparingly turned to him, but I soon removed him.

And the fact that this person could tell at first glance or how he looks down on me as if I’m some dirt he wants to desperately clean off his shoes. He takes a few more taunting steps forward. I don’t move or back down. I raise my shoulders at him, daring him to say more bullshit. He bends down and pushes the flower pot to the ground. The expensive clay pot shatters to the ground with a loud crash. My eyes widened in shock as I jumped backwards. The almost wet soil splatters on my feet, spilling everywhere. “Oops,” He cleans his fingers with a tissue, “Be a guest and keep your hands off things here,” He throws the used tissue to my feet, “And clean that up!”

the two dirty minded dunderheads chuckled together making a pregnant Zeke giggle and almost pee due to it too. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * // NOTE FOR THE READERS: DILF is ‘Daddy I would Like to F*ck’. Thank me later for saving precious time and a g****e search for you guys :P

“We need to clean this up.” Damien grabbed some tissues from Mr. Hargrove’s desk and handed me a wad. We wiped ourselves quickly, cleaning the desk surface and the floor where a few drops had fallen. I straightened my skirt, buttoned my shirt with shaky fingers. He fixed his pants and ran a hand through his messy hair. I looked at him. He looked back. The hate was still there, but now mixed with something raw and unresolved. “So…” I said, clearing my throat. “This never happened.”

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?

Yeah, it was a perfectly normal after school activity. I ended up jumping into the dirty container and found the small, black book the moment my feet touched the container's floor. It sat there, calm and imposing just like it had been in my dream. I brushed the hair off my face, noting how odd and stupid I most likely looked now as I bent to pick the book. It felt light and heavy at the same time, if that made sense and I opened the first page gingerly. It contained faded ink which I could probably read if I was in a more conducive environment, not this dumpster. I hastily shoved the book into my tote bag and managed to climb out of the container with as much dignity as I could muster.

Filthy and loving and real. Maria smiled knowingly, sliding plates our way without a word about the obvious tension crackling between us. “Eat up, you two. Big day at the office. Lila and I have a dinosaur museum field trip planned—complete with the roaring exhibit.” Breakfast turned into beautiful chaos: Lila “rawring” between every bite, syrup smeared across her cheeks and my blouse, Dante feeding me bites of pancake straight from his fork while his free hand rested high on my thigh under the island. His fingers teased the edge of my garters, dipping just beneath the skirt to brush my slick folds, pushing a little more of his cum back inside me every time I shifted. Every brush made me cle

Chapter Six The soft click of the key turning in the front door lock traveled through the quiet apartment and landed in my chest with a force that made every place where Elias’s body still touched mine tighten because the sound meant someone else had entered the space that had belonged only to the two of us for the entire long day and night of relentless claiming and the knowledge that a third presence was now moving through the living room while I remained open and wet and filled with the thick evidence of everything we had done sent a sharp spike of fear mixed with a darker more desperate arousal racing through me. I felt Elias tense beneath me where I still straddled his hips with the sof

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.