Here I used unattributed dialogue to develop a strange and sexy woman. – Malinov

by Lord Malinov

“Hey Mal, text me.”

“How’s tricks?”

“I’m dying here.”


“I’m stuck at the house all day. Kids are gone, Shannon won’t be home until late.”

“So what can I do for you?”

“Talk dirty for me.”


“They say you’re a fiend.”


“You know. Besides, I think you’re hot.”


“So hot. I’m half naked and all aroused.”

“How aroused?”

“I’m a maniac. I break vibrators, I get so horny.”

“Break vibrators?”

“Shush. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You throw them? Crush them? Bend them? Break them?”

“I said no, so get past it.”

“I’ll try. Half naked?”

“T-shirt and panties.”

“Sounds almost dressed.”

“It’s a small shirt. One of my boobs is hanging out.”

“Oh, my.”

“My nipples are so hard.”

“I’m sure.”

“And my panties aren’t really doing their job.”

“Pushed to one side.”

“Yeah, so my vibrator can get in.”

“Into the damp.”

“Up and out, rest on my clit, buzz buzz buzz.”

“Horny slut.”

“I want you so badly.”

“I’m so far away.”

“Not in my mind. You’re right there.”

“Watching you in my mind.”

“Banging your keyboard, imagining my cunt.”

“Dark hair?”

“Just enough to point the way.”

“A big throbbing cock.”

“Wet cunt, wet cunt.”

“You’re so dirty, I never knew.”

“I’m so dirty that nobody knows.”

“Except me.”

“Yeah, now you know.”

“No one would believe me.”

“You like me dirty?”

“I love the idea.”

“I’m thinking about fucking my ass.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You like that?”

“I am known for my ass fucking.”

“Really, a reputation.”

“I do it so well.”

“So do I. It’s slipping in now.”

“I can see you fucking your tight little ass.”

“Don’t lie. Nothing little about my butt”

“Figure of speech.”

“Oh, so full, so jazzed, so hot hot hot.”

“I love it. Fuck it Robin.”

“I am, I am so fucking my ass for you.”

“My cock is sloppy hard.”

“I would suck that dick so good.”

“I would cream all over you.”

“I am going to cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Like the Andalusian girls.”

“Fuck slut.”

“Sex fiend.”

“Did you break a vibrator?”

“Oh, Mal, couldn’t you tell?

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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