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What's Your Number? #5
I didn't stay in residence while I went to university, but I did inevitably end up in a dorm room once or twice. What is about post-secondary education that makes us all turn into reckless, uninhibited sex addicts? You can lie and say you weren't one of those and maybe I'll believe you. But in my experience, it's those college years that bring out the little slut in all of us. Is it a bad thing? Of course not. But there's a reason all the welcome packages you receive in university include at least one condom. We all know what goes on in those dorms. I lived off campus but I sure managed to find out for myself.
By Kate Lynn8 years ago in Filthy
Lovers Weekend Away
We had been spending as much time together as possible, every time we could slip away... but it never really seemed like enough. We always left each other wanting more... so we decided to sneak away for a weekend to try to completely “fill up” so to speak.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 1
Fiona could imagine the latest victim on her kill list right in front of her, half naked and begging for mercy. With one hand she could take off that sexy two-piece tiny bikini of hers and let it fall to the floor of her cabana. Her breasts looked full enough to fit in her hands and she was about ready to have them in her mouth very soon. She signaled the girl over to her then, beckoning her for another cocktail. Her favorite excuse to use of course. That's when she'd make her move.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Tutorials Part 1
I love astronomy. So much so that I jumped at the chance to teach it after my doctorate was earned, and at a prestigious college, too. I know that you like astronomy, too. All semester, you never missed a class. You sit there, focused on my words as I detail the cosmos, yet relaxed as you take it all in. I've noticed you sitting there, and I have to admit that I tend to deliver my words to you specifically.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
The Cowgirl: Part 3
Leon watched her from where he was sitting in the V.I.P. section of the club. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her there but tonight, her long legs were crossed and half covered by a black skirt and the shadows of the bar. Her bright red halter top stood out against her jean jacket and it also singled her out in the room full of frequent club goers. Her eyes looked to be a rich color of brown and her long dark hair made every blonde haired and blue eyed beauty in the room vanish in his eyes. No one else mattered but her, the only woman in the place who wasn't gawking at him like a trophy that was owed to them once they were done seducing him. She was intriguing and an air of mystery surrounded her enough to make his cock tick in his pants. As he continued to indulge himself in her sensual appeal, he decided he was going after her this time. He'd never done that before, put himself in the path of rejection but there was something about her, maybe the confidence she wore on her bare shoulders made him take the chance. Or maybe he just knew no other woman was going to do it for him tonight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Tutorials Part 2
On the way home in the car, I started thinking about how you might have felt when no one else signed up for your night time tutorial and I started feeling guilty. I mean, I had practically threatened every other student interested in attending so they wouldn't go... I just had to get you alone. I think you've been lusting after my legs all semester and I just had to know for sure.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
In Front of the Camera We Freak!
Oh how I do hope you are reading, following & squirting to my diabolical word play as I do it for your entertainment every day; one thing for sure & two things for certain I've got the magical words to keep a body twerking!
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Four)
Sherry's fingers rested lightly on the keyboard, and she sighed heavily as she re-read her one line email to Charles. "I am free today. Is there any reason why we couldn't be together?"
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Filthy
Make Love to Me...In Front of the Camera?!
This particular fantasy has been on my mind for a while...something I've been cooking up in my head for some time now. I was on my way to work one day and while sleeping on the train the fantasy appeared in my head like a dream. I was in the bedroom already, wearing a see-through purple lace dress and sipping on a glass of chardonnay. He walked into the bedroom, wearing black silk boxers and sipping his own glass of chardonnay. The photographer was at his post on the far left, camera ready & focused on the scene in front of him. As if the photographer wasn't there, he proceeded to come towards me, put down his glass and take mine out of my hand only to throw me down on the bed, rip off my dress and hungrily grab my legs; KISS THE PUSSY TIME! I moan, I grind my hips, he makes sounds along with me; CLICK CLICK the photographer captures every moment, every sweat drop from my forehead, every lick of the tongue on my clit. Before I cum I decide to give him a little slip n slide so I switched to a sixty nine position. Slurps n licks on both ends were captured on film & we continued to let out our freaks within. We shared powerful orgasms at the same time and I took this as an opportunity to ride my wood; we cried out each other's names and the photographer's camera captured it all. We reached our peak together and kissed each other with passion; we then laughed as we looked at the camera, proud of our recent action.
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Time Stands Still
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered quietly. He switched his music playlist to something more relaxing rather than upbeat. I think it was a mix of Blue Foundation and Bon Iver. Pretty good music to get high to, if you ask me. I took my shirt off and tried to relax on my stomach. His sheets were fluffy, comfortable, like marshmallows. It was so hard to stay awake.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Biting The Dare
Why did I ever think picking dare was a good idea? It was pitch black in these woods, fog creeping about in-between the trees, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots echoed throughout the air. I didn't care if I looked like a loser for not following through with this dare. I wasn't about to die out here alone.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Two Girls and a Drink
He needed a drink. Or five. All this stress was giving him a migraine and he wasn't too happy about it. Clara was coming over in a few minutes and he needed to figure out what to say to her. Things had progressed between them since the high school reunion and he hadn't meant for her to find out this way. It wasn't his fault he was attracted to two women. And it certainly wasn't his fault they both decided to befriend each other while he was dating both. He made sure to tell them it wasn't exclusive, but somehow, it all blew up in his face.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy