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Dirty

An erotic novel of true experiences

 

By

 

Jenny Jensen

 

 

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the written consent of the author/publisher or the terms relayed to you herein. If you own a hardback copy of this book, you are allowed to share it with friend
s but not resell it without permission.

 

I dedicate this book to Kieron, Goodbye and good luck!

 

 

Introduction.

 

My name is Jenny Jensen and I would like to share my own experiences and turn it into a short story. The idea behind writing this book spurned
from reading other erotic novels and enjoying them. The difference with my story is that it is a true story and is based on my own experiences and I am not going to hold back on telling you all the gory details.

The details I share with you throughout thi
s book are quite a bit more graphic than any other erotica book that is currently for sale.

This could possibly be the most
filthy erotica novel ever published to date and I am not just saying this for the faint hearted people that are having a look.

Most
of my story is set as a bit of a flashback and told by me in the first person. The first paragraph is actually part of my next book which will be available by August 2013 titled

“2 Dirty.”

 

If at any point i
n the story I mention that I think someone had felt a feeling i.e. he expressed laughter which meant I saw they were smiling audibly, which to me means they were happy.

Please take my comments at face value, don’t take it for gospel, I am basing what other p
eople felt based upon how I perceived I would feel in the same situation, However you never know, Maybe I say someone is happy, but really they could be depressed, who knows...?

 

Next point is this, Yes it is a true story, yes it could have happened to anyone and yes my experiences are designed to turn you on and because it is once in a blue moon that the situations that I kept arriving at, will ever actually happen to you, you can imagine them actually happening to you just by reading this book.

 

Because my home was broken into a few years ago, I had CCTV installed in every room in my home. Some of my friends have said it is a bit obsessive to have CCTV in every room in the house but I did it because I suffer from anxiety and even today still have nightmares that they may come back to rob my house again, and if they do, I’ll have the bastards on camera.

 

This story is not about having my house burgled or even the robbers,

This story is about one of my ex partners Kieron and is set a few months ago in April 2013.

 

Parts of my story are recollections of what happened f
rom the CCTV footage and the rest are extracts from my personal notes I made in my diary including what ordered everything happened in.

If you find it hard to stomach
hard-core sexual experiences then please turn away now, this book is not for you, you have been warned. For those of you that think you might be able to handle my experiences through my words.

Please try and enjoy my book and feel free to leave me a review on the site which you bought it from. If you bought the hardback copy, please share it with your friends.

 

 

 

Factual info about this book:

 

Fact 1: This book contains over 9000 words. I did plan on making this first in the series of books I am writing the shortest and I have written two and a half times more content than I thought I would have written when I started.

 

Fact 2: This may put some of you off buying this book but if you don’t read my story based on this fact then it will be your loss, I didn’t have to reveal it. This book was written in a day start to finish as it was my own experiences, I found it easy and had lots of notes. I started preparing to turn my experiences into a short novel two days after the end scene of the book.

 

Fact 3: The bed on the front cover is the bed from the story and also where all the fun was happening.

 

Fact 4: In case you didn’t read my introduction or the front cover, I am pre

warning
you again in advance here as this will show up in the free preview part. This book contains material based on my experiences that are so graphic and

detailed
you will feel like you are in the room. Please bear in mind this is probably the filthiest book you will ever read. Enjoy.

 

Fact 5: This book will turn you on unless you are an inanimate object.

 

This book is full of pure filth.

If you do not have a strong stomach, please do not read any further because this book is...

 

 

 

Dirty

 

 

“Jen!” Rachel called through my letterbox, “Can you let me in?”

I opened
the door and let her in. Rachel was to be my new housemate.

But before I tell you about that, I would like to tell you how I ended up getting a new flatmate.

 

You see for the past six years, I had lived with my old boyfriend Kieron.

 

Kieron was a dashin
g young chap who always made me smile, that’s what I loved most about him. He did on occasion have the odd temper tantrum which was

normally
sorted out by making love.  

 

After one year of being together I bought a house for us to share. Kieron and I were together for seven years in total and as we were and both successful people in our careers as well as social life, money was never an object. I personally also had a large inheritance from when my dad died in 2003. He was a banker and the pay-out meant if I didn’t want to work, I didn’t have to.

 

Before I continue, I must explain that I do work and haven’t just relied on my dad’s money that he left me to survive and buy items of luxury. The house is my only big purchase, I haven’t yet used any of the money left to me by him to buy a car and he died over ten years ago. I bought Kieron and me a three bedroom mid terrace house on a busy main street with parking on the road outside. Kieron did drive and he had a second hand car that was on its way out. Really he needed to get a new one, that thing was a death trap. Going back to what I was saying, the house is close to the town centre which added extra to the price, but it was my first home and to date, it has been worth every penny.

 

So you are probably wondering what we look like. I am 5’6” and Kieron is 6’2” so there is a big size difference. He also weighs quite a lot more than me which I like. I like to feel heavier men on top of me. I have always loved that feeling. At the time of this point in the story I weighed eight and a half stone and Kieron weighed twelve and a quarter stone. He is a giant compared to me but I loved him.

 

Kieron and I lived happily in the house together until Kieron’s last birthday a couple of months ago.

Kieron had just turned twenty five and I thought it would be fun to invite some of his friends round and help him celebrate. As I am ten years older than him, I thought it was a nice gesture to let him celebrate with his friends that are his own age instea
d of my age.

 

Kieron’s best friend was Damian, who had brought along a date called Kate. Well I say a date but I’m going to cut to the chase and explain she looked like she was a slapper. Her denim shorts were revealing half of her arse and she had her tits almost popping out. I remember thinking all she needs is a street corner. She was good looking, with nice boobs and platinum blonde hair, I could respect that, but she didn’t have to flaunt herself at a house party when she has come with

someone
. She was only nineteen and the same height as me but also a size smaller. I knew all the rest of Kieron’s friends and they all knew me, but Kate had all of Kieron’s friends and Kieron himself gawping all night.

 

I’d had enough of Kieron giving this slapper more attention than me.

“Stop staring at her tits” I whispered in Kieron’s ear and to my surprise, he did stop, turned to me and kissed my forehead. Kieron was at times quite loving. At other times he could be a prick. Either way to me the pro’s outweighed the
cons.

 

A few hours went by and the alcohol was flowing through me at a rapid rate. I went to the toilet, washed my hands and went back downstairs. I noticed the clock on the mantelpiece said 1 am “I’m off to bed!” I sniffed at Kieron. “Keep the noise to a minimum.” I said goodnight to some of the people lingering around the bottom of my stairs and went to bed. I felt a bit sweaty down below so before getting undressed went across the landing to the bathroom again and wiped myself. I went back over the landing to my bedroom and shut the door.

 

I got naked and put on my nighty, climbed over the pillows and pulled the cord to turn the light off. The cord is situated nicely above my bed, I then tucked myself into bed feeling tired enough to get to sleep.

Lying
in bed, I could still hear the music through the floorboards and thought to myself lots of thoughts including, will Kieron kick everyone out now he knows I’m in bed or will he have the courtesy to turn down the music for me? Or is he going to stay up all night staring at Kate the slapper who was still in my house? I didn’t have an answer. So I troubled myself with another question, What if I go back downstairs and turn down the music? How will people react to me leaving the bedroom after I said I am going to bed? I was feeling anxious about all the different outcomes and the fact Kieron’s mates would look up my nighty as I walk downstairs.

 

I sat up in bed, turned the light on and scanned my bedroom for my handbag. It was on my dresser, I got out of bed, went to the dresser and pulled out my iPhone and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared at the screen and clicked messages. I input Kieron’s name and the following text “I can still hear the music r u comin to bed? X” and pressed send. About two seconds later I decided it was not the most tactful text message but wanted him to kick his friends out so we could spoon.

 

 

I banged my feet on the floor four times, like I was walking around upstairs angry he had not acknowledged my text. I laid down under the cov
ers and after a few seconds the music got quieter, I could still hear it, but it was not as loud as before and bearable to get to sleep. The effects of the wine I had drunk were taking

effects
I started to feel like the room was starting to spin when I opened my eyes. We bought twelve bottles for the occasion and I pondered on how many were left before closing my eyes at the sick feeling I was starting to experience from too much wine consumption and looking round the room. I don’t remember trying to get to sleep as normal telling myself to sleep and have nice dreams or anything like that.

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