Novel & Cerita Very Dirty Imagine

I had imagined Alex on his knees, sucking me off like a fucking fag! I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. My stomach churned and my guts twisted with self-loathing. What was wrong with me? Why would I even imagine such a thing? I shook my head, working to clear the image from my mind. But it persisted, haunting me. The mess I made on the floor leered at me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It was just a stupid imagination, I told myself. It meant nothing.

The filthy friction was driving me insane—my clit rubbing against his hard cock with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure through my still-sensitive pussy. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan as another bump made me slide against him. His cock twitched beneath me, pressing up insistently. My mind spun with dirty thoughts—what if he pulled my dress up right here? What if he slipped inside me while our parents sat just feet away? The taboo made it so much hotter, so disgustingly addictive. The road got rougher ahead...

Sometimes the dirtiest things were the most honest. There was something liberating about being filthy with a stranger, saying the words most people kept locked inside, words that hummed with a forbidden thrill. Tarja had never been good at hiding desire. Finnish directness, perhaps, or simply a structural integrity that demanded honesty. When James had first suggested video chat, she'd simply said 'Yes, but I want to see everything.' And she had. The screen had been a thin veil, easily pierced.

I thought about his face and his dark eyes watching me and the way he said look at me and the way his voice got low and rough when he said you're so hard. "Yeah," I whispered. "Yeah, I am. All because of you. Fuck." My hips started moving on their own, rolling up into my hand, and I imagined it was his hand and I imagined he was on top of me with his weight pressing me into the mattress and his mouth on my neck and his teeth on my collarbone, and I imagined his cock against mine, both of us hard and leaking and grinding together in the dark. I wanted that so bad my whole body ached, so my hand moved faster but not too fast, the way he did it steady and deliberate and watching me fall apart.

“I fucked myself right here, screwed my hand as I remembered the way your tits bounced when you walked, the way your tight little ass moved in those shorts. The way your lips curled in mischief…the way your eyes lit up. I imagined it was your pussy I was fucking. I came all over the goddamn table, Angel.” Leaning further down, he licks down my stomach, circling my belly button before stepping back, and I whimper with need. Smirking, he flicks open his trousers and palms his hard cock, stroking it as I watch. “Just like this.” I watch him squeeze it in his hand. “Imagining your tight young pussy beneath me. I felt so fucking dirty after, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again every single

He leaned in to my ear, his hot breath bringing the twisted fantasies I buried back to the surface. I gasped, not from the lack of air he was restricting from me, but from the electric shocks his fingers sent through my body. "Tell me why I shouldn't snap your neck from your body, Summer. Play with fire next time and watch it consume you. I can murder you, and no one will know I did. Now get your ass back in the car."

Every curve, every roll, every inch of skin I'd spent years trying to hide was on full display. And beneath it, posted from an account with my name and photo, was a caption that made my blood run cold: Looking for a guy to disvirgin me. Serious offers only. I'm desperate and I don't care who it is.

Imagined him walking in on her like this—lost in pleasure that had nothing to do with him. She grabbed her vibrator from the bag, turned it on low, and pressed the buzzing head directly against her swollen clit. The sensation ripped a gasp from her throat. Her fingers thrust faster, deeper, slick sounds filling the quiet room. She pictured a stranger’s hands on her body. Rougher. Hungrier. Someone who would worship every inch she had neglected.

I closed my eyes and imagined her in this room, my hand running through her body, maybe sucking her breast as she looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I could see her back arching, hear the low, breathy moans she might make as I pushed deeper, claiming her. The thought alone was enough to make my hips buck involuntarily. “Fuck.” My grip tightened around my dick, my pace quickening as the image of her face flashed in my mind. With a low growl, I came hard, my cum spilling over my fist as my body shuddered. For a moment, I just sat there, breathing heavily.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.