Trashy Novels Novels & Stories

I forced a laugh, trying to sound casual even though my cheeks were burning. “Uh... yeah. Random guy in the bathroom near the science building,” I lied, the words tumbling out too fast. “I was horny, he was hot, and... things got a little wild. He ruined my pussy pretty good. I can barely walk straight.” Mia’s eyes widened, then she burst out laughing, slapping my arm. “Oh my god, you slut! I love this chaotic energy. Details! Was he big? Did he make you scream?” I laughed along with her, even though my stomach was twisting. “Huge. And yeah... I definitely made some noise. But it was just a quick thing. Stress relief, you know?”

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara." "I know," I said, burying my face in my hands. "I'm a horrible person. I'm a slut." "No," she said, grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face. Her eyes were shining with a weird, excited light. "You're not a horrible person. You're a survivor. You did what you had to do. And besides… holy shit. That's like, the hottest thing I have ever heard in my entire life." My jaw dropped. "Tash! It's not hot! It's… it's twisted! He blackmailed me!"

I thought about the small, unremarkable facts of my life and how few of them I ever said out loud. “I eat the same sandwich three nights a week because deciding what to make feels like too much work after midnight. I reread the same four novels every winter. I still have a library card from a town I left six years ago and I don’t know why I keep it.” “Which novels?”

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

Under the light, it turned transparent, her nipples dark shadows against the fabric, the faint outline of her bare pussy visible with every breath. She looked filthy. Like a slut I will pay a top dollar to ruin. "Where are we going?" Her voice was cautious, eyes searching mine. "An art exhibition." Her brows pulled slightly together. “At night?” “You’ll understand when we get there.” The warehouse vibrated with low ambient music when we arrived, soft lighting casting golden pools over scattered platforms. The air was filled with the scent of sex—musk, perfume, and sweat. Models posed in varying states of undress. On one platform, a woman lay spread-eagle, legs trembling as three attendees wo

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

Lia had long beautiful hair; I always made sure the nurses took good care of them before I met her. I gripped her hair like a slut; she was my slut for the night. I removed my dick from inside her the second time. She knew she was done for. Making her kneel naked on the bed, I thrusted my dick in her mouth; I knew she didn't like it back then at the mansion, but she had no choice. I cummed in her mouth.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.