Very Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

and raging desires… Untamed hallucinations and a wild series of imagination seeps sneakily in his mind making him see the image of Yenn bending his waist up in front of him, he looked down seeing his naughty fingers were inserted in his hole…. He closed his eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing and trying to forget about it but the image flashed into his brain teasing him, making him give up his sanity, he sense his fingers thrusting inside the hole-like shape of his other hand. He pushed it deeper inside seeing the image of Yenn moaning loudly making his mouth twitch into a mischievous smirk. Fuck! He licked his lips, eyes closed and imaginations wild, he thrust his three fingers faster

Draining all hope and imagination out of me. Holy fuck! What if he doesn't love me? “I should get going.” With a serious face, I said to him and walked away. As I made my way to Ander apartment, my mind was filled with dirty imagination. Dirty fantasy that let me go wild. “Pin me to the wall. Alpha.” “Please fuck me. I want your dick.” “Go harder. Suck my nipples. Lick my p**sy.* That thought alone was driving me crazy. Making my nipples hard. The sensation, my imagination all crashed away the moment I entered the sitting room and founded Ander.

I do touch myself from time to time. I close my eyes and moan softly, “Silas, fuck you, oh.” I curl my fingers in me, deep, and my legs tremble. I imagine them, the men I absolutely detest, touching me, watching me, fucking me. “You dirty, nasty girl,” I imagine Silas standing over me, running his hand over my boobs. Sebastian is between my legs, sucking my clit into his dirty mouth. I pinch my nipple, bite my lips, arch my back, and slide in deeper.

But for some reason, my mind was filled with all kinds of dirty images… Him on top of me…me scratching that back as my nails dug into that porcelain white skin…his lips on my throat… I had to visibly shake myself out of the sudden burst of images running through my mind and I didn’t know what had come over me that I had just imagined something so…vivid… The force of that daydream took me by surprise and I was left asking myself if I was even sane to be thinking about something like that when I was probably about to get fired for crossing certain lines?

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

“You’re mine, Dallas.” My hips bucked into my hand. I added a third finger, stretching myself, thrusting faster as the fantasy took over. In my mind, Ryder had me pinned against the couch, his thick cock replacing my fingers, pounding deep while he whispered filthy promises. The way he looked at me when he was inside me, like he wanted to ruin me and worship me at the same time. My free hand squeezed my breast through my dress, pinching my nipple as the pressure coiled tighter.

They pumped in and out of me, vigorously as he whispered dirty, dirty words into my ears that made me approach my climax in no time. "Oh my God…" "Fuck!" "I think…I think I'm going to cum," I cried, my vision blurry with tears. "Yes, cum for me." He grunted. My knees and legs shook heavily as I convulsed in his arms, my nipples turning twice as hard, my breath sharp and raggedy as I buckled my hips to meet the pace of his fingers. His mouth found one of my nipples and the tears spilled. My kitty pulsated and throbbed heavily, the slippery sound the contact of his fingers into my warm hole made, flowing into my ears. I let out a scream, my hold on his back tightening and my toes curling as I

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

Imagine. "You're so big, Kaleb. Your cock is so big... Fucking so good" I moan as I keep my fingers going, pumping them in and out with increasing speed, finding all the ways my body likes it—deep thrusts, shallow teases, curling against that sweet spot. I grind the heel of my hand against my clit, the friction making stars burst behind my eyelids, then ease up and brush it lightly with my thumb, drawing out the pleasure. The whole time, I imagine Kaleb there, his dark eyes locked on mine as he works my body like an instrument he’s mastered.

I wondered what he would look like unclothed, no doubt like a Greek god. I shut my eyes and began to fondle my breasts. I pinched the nipple with my thumb and forefinger. My thoughts wandered to that day I first saw him, thrusting his huge cock into her mouth, his hands grabbing a fistful of her hair while he fucked her mouth so aggressively, only I didn’t imagine the other girl. I imagined it was me instead, kneeling down in front of him, drooling all over while he fucked my mouth. I slipped my hand in between my legs, brushing my sweat-dampened thighs and my wet panties. I pushed it to the side and began to touch myself. I ran my fingers along my slick folds, smearing my juices all over…