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The Man of OUR dreams
So there is this guy ... The man of my dreams, or should I say the man of OUR dreams. And no not our meaning you and I, but our meaning me and her and her being my best friend of years, too many to count. She and I did everything together from our first boyfriend to our first sexual experience. Although we were best friends, we were also opposites, I like music, she likes shopping. I like sports, she likes shopping. I like outdoor activities, she likes shopping...I'm sure you get the picture. We rarely ever agreed on anything but somehow our friendship just worked for us ... until the man of our dreams came into the picture.
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
The Mailman
I had only ever been with one man. He was my first date, first love, first kiss. My first everything really. At eighteen I had married him. By nineteen he was working like a dog, roofing 16 hours a day while I stayed home and wrote stories. Its understandable why I did it. Really. Imagine being a young girl in a strange city, desperate for love but not getting it from her one and only. It was never in my mind to intentionally cheat though, it just happened and I justified it.
By Bee Ragos8 years ago in Filthy
Wanting
Figure 1 He spoke in such flowery figurative language; maybe he was just a metaphor. His eyes were the Atlantic at dusk, his mouth a poppy bud, his hands rough branches grabbing, squeezing, acting innocent one moment and claiming ownership the next.
By Celina Nader8 years ago in Filthy
The Longing...
She wanted him. Every single inch of him. She glared from across the room for what felt like hours. Watching him read was one of her favorite things to experience. She loved how studious and innocent he looked when he was lost in a novel. So calm. She smiled to herself as he moved his lips slightly with each word on the page. Deeply engaged in his reading, he had no idea how intense her gaze on him was. She was practically drooling. She wanted him. She wanted him to submit fully. She got up from the chair and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking her socks off, she made herself comfortable and laid next to him. He lifted his arm and wrapped it under her neck, pulling her close to his body. He gave her a small peck on the forehead and squeezed her tight. She was giddy. She laid her head on his muscular chest and felt the soft ins and outs of his breathing. This was her ultimate happy place.
By Zara Vaccarella8 years ago in Filthy
Sexual Fantasy
I've always had a fantasy about having more than one man in the same evening. It felt dirty, and yet it turned me on enormously. I wanted to feel what it would be like, having a man, and telling yourself it is paid sex, and then having yet another man. It felt succulent and passionate, and a time to let all your emotions free.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 4
LUCIA Something was happening to her. Lucia could feel something brewing within the nerve endings of her body, her stomach churning impatiently for something she couldn't put her finger on. Her body's reaction to it was the only thing that surprised her the most. Could it be a side-effect of being with someone other than Dylan? She'd had other lovers in the past before him, men and women she quickly discarded when she noticed the change in them, the desperate look in their eyes when they knew they were hooked on her. It was too much of a turn on for her and they always ended up paying the price for it in the end.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Last Goodbye
We’d be in your car, looking into each other's eyes. You’d look at me with an intensity and asked me “What do you...?” Without letting you finish, I climbed on top of you and kissed you. I kissed you like it was the last time, and it was. The taste of your lips will forever live within me; every time I saw or craved a cherry you were behind my wanting for it. I could feel you smile behind our kiss. Oh, how I loved your smile.
By Camille Geigel8 years ago in Filthy
A Cure for Heartache
Autumn sat casually flicking through her phone as she checked her online dating profile. Pondering over her matches to see as to who could cure her recent heartbreak, a message appeared on her screen from another new match; a tall dark haired stranger, if his profile was anything to go off. He looks like fun she thought to herself and she simply replied "hey" to his message. Conversation quickly began to flow between the couple, Autumn had began to forget about her heartbreak and a smile replaced the grimace on her face. After an hour of conversation, Autumn began to feel a sensation through her body, a feeling she hasn't experienced since her ex had left; she was simply horny and craving a man's attention. Autumn began to subtly comment on her feelings to Kai, "It's so cold in this bed", Kai quickly understood the hints and their conversation quickly changed to photos and videos of the two playing with themselves. Soon after the pair began texting each night and would play until they feel asleep, however the need for sex started to grow within Autumn and the texts were no longer enough, she needed a man between her legs. When the pair decided to meet up Autumn was incredibly nervous, by now the couple had sexted that many times that there was a level of expectation that Autumn did not believe she could meet.
By B J8 years ago in Filthy
Risky Business
I’ve been talking to him for a long time. We’ve clicked on-line, we’ve played for a long long time, each trying to shock the other with our outrageous stories, fantasies, probably our lies.
By Barbs S8 years ago in Filthy
Surprise Punishment
I was looking at the moon and centering myself when he grabbed my hand and yanked me off the rock I was on and down the jetty too fast for me to keep up. I kept slipping on the rocks and even banged my knee... Why is he yanking me and dragging me like this? Damn.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
But Those Eyes
I wasn't sorry, I knew I needed more. I come home and clean up the house, shower, shave, makeup on. I know I can get anyone I want, whenever I want. I fuck for the sake of fucking, I won't remember your name. I'll say sure to a second 'date' - if you were good enough in bed. I'll lose your contact even quicker than I found you, I don't want to be anyone's.
By Nancie Holmes8 years ago in Filthy
Stolen Ecstasy
I wanted his lips... soft, yet firm. They were always moist against mine. The moment his touched mine, I felt the urge to tighten my fingers around his hair. I pulled him in closer...his body on top of mine. I felt him grow harder against my skin. I wanted more than his lips now. I wanted him deep inside of me.
By LaKisha Jeter8 years ago in Filthy