Very Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

It wasn't because of nightmare or anything but that fucking dirty, smelly mutt that I couldn't fall asleep. I tried, I really tried to forget about him, to not think about him. I tried to calm my mind but all I could see was that gorgeous, stinky, growling, furry but sexy ass, hot as hell mutt. My mind was filled with his thoughts only or you can better say, the dirty thoughts about him. I wanted to do so many things to him. Many dirty things and my mind was filled with it. Many evil thoughts were running through him, like how, what and where to do with him.

The touch ignited a fire within me, stirring up fantasies and illicit thoughts that I struggled to suppress. From the moment I have seen her barely in clothes in that changing room, I am unable to shrug off the image of her sexy body. My mind is creating dirty images, and the thoughts of doing unimaginable things with her are popping into my head. I don't guarantee what happens next if she goes on doing things like this and that on her own.

“I can see you, you are shirtless… your s*xy abs you've shown me” I imagined his naked figure standing right in front of me. I could already see and feel his erected d*ck. “Good, now imagine everything you wanna do to me” He continued softly; “I can see you on a sexy red bra, revealing those juicy boobs. I could squeeze them, and grab them into my mouth” I felt everything he said yet I screamed out “You are not doing enough Zane!” There was a sudden knock on the door, disrupting the sex call which almost felt real and I was still extremely aroused.

Why am I having dirty thoughts right now. I trail my hand down to the hem of my dress. I slide my hand inside my panties and rub my clit. My eyes stays on his body. I held my boobs. Just imagining his cock inside of me. I stick my fingers into my wet pussy. I gasp as I started pumping inside. I lie on the couch and spread my legs apart, moaning as I fasten my pace. I clench my legs, feeling myself building up. I roughen the thrust before releasing on my hand.

“Cum for me, slut. Squeeze that ass around my dick while I fuck you like an alley whore.” Carla moaned loudly, the slap sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine straight to her swollen clit. She shoved her fingers into her dripping cunt, masturbating furiously—three fingers pumping rhythmically into the soaked slit, feeling his cock through the thin wall separating her holes, like an improvised double penetration. Juices ran down her legs, pooling on the ground and mixing with the filth—pebbles, trash, and old piss now contaminated with their hot bodily fluids. “Fuck, I’m getting ass-fucked while I finger myself—this is dirty paradise,” she thought, circling her clit with her thumb,

“Picture this image for me, my pet. Imagine me freeing my cock right now and your tight little cunt sliding over it right here in the minibus while everyone watches what a dirty little cock slut you are. While everyone watches you impale yourself for the first time on me.” I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, as the mental picture he’s painting is so perverse and yet it makes me wetter. His fingers move with expect precision, hitting the spot that builds pressure deep within. I bite my lip so hard I break the skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. It’s all I can do to stop myself from making a noise.

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”

The sound was raw, wild, and completely undone. I felt his mind flood with explicit, dirty pictures of my bare body. I felt his desire spike so hard it made his hands shake on the wheel. He could picture my legs spread wide over Vane’s desk. He could picture my fingers moving fast between my thighs, my chest heaving with deep breaths.

I unlocked my phone, I clicked on Alex's pictures, a picture of him shirtless in the gym. Mmmm..I moaned softly as my fingers moved from my lap to my inner thighs,from my inner thighs to my cunt. I rubbed my cunt in a circular motion without taking my eyes off my phone screen. " oh...my God ,am fucking wet...Mmmm" I was moaning softly closing my eyes tightly. "Yes… Alex." I imagined him watching me. "fuck...." I felt gush of liquid dripping down. I fingered my wet pussy with my 2 fingers deep inside, squeezing my hard nipples with my left hand.

Melia. Was it wrong to be thinking about my own best friend’s husband in the filthiest ways possible? Was it wrong to imagine his mouth right between my thighs, his tongue dragging slow and hungry over my swollen clit while I gripped his hair and rode his face? Would I be considered a pathetic, twisted, sex-starved little bitch for picturing his thick cock stretching me open, pounding me until I was a dripping, screaming mess? I swear I could be called worse.