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Best Sex Positions for Fuller Figures
As a curvy woman like myself, I know what it's like to be in the middle of a romp, twisted in a position that I know has to be unflattering. Now, bless my lucky stars that my husband thinks I am perfect the way I am (physically, definitely not mentally) and no matter which way he contorts my size 12 body, he swears it's the sexiest thing on the planet. His words not mine, people.
By Jus L'amore9 years ago in Filthy
Losing Control
Awaking to turn naturally in my sleep I find myself restrained. Desperately pulling at all sides, I find my hands and feet splayed out before the bed, each one tied to a post, leaving my body in a vulnerable x. I am encased in darkness by a blindfold. While I use my remaining senses to locate Jase, I contemplate when in the night he bound me so stealthily that I did not awake.
By Yivea Divine9 years ago in Filthy
Principles of Lust
The dark seemed to cloak her body, amber beacons tethered on candlesticks fought back the ubiquitous obscurity. She lay on the mercurial silk sheets, writhing face down as carnal hunger ravaged her. Curtains of satiny brunette hair fell over piercing green eyes as she nibbled the tip of her thumb, ripe fruits that were lips pouted and rolled over the poor substitute her digit posed.
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Filthy
Sultry Dream
The calming snowstorm pressed its wintry paws against the glass, steam formed to greet it, fogging the windowpane. It was a peculiar night, thunder rumbled off in the distance, whilst snowflakes serenely fell, the silent precipitation made the night ever more intimate. Marek planted himself in front of the computer, another night in the cold where darkness, loneliness, and ennui were his only company. The white glow of his monitor illuminated his chiseled features: a strong jaw, aquiline nose, heavily lidded hazel eyes that gazed tiredly at the menagerie of carnal images on display. He huffed out a sigh, swallowing hard as he faced another night anxious and sexually frustrated, looking for internet porn that hardly satisfied him. He navigated the amateur acts of everyday people, watched their most intimate, their most primal acts... and felt nothing. No stir in his loins, no heat, no sudden urge to reach into the front flap of his boxer briefs and retrieve the waiting flesh for satiation; he felt that maybe he had come to the point where he just didn't want to be satisfied by watching anymore. Disgusted, Marek closed the tab for www.hardsextube.com, knowing he would go to bed. He had the urge but not the stimulation.
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Filthy
Accidental Lust
"Pour me another", says Detective Alastair, speaking to the bartender, as his head is resting on the bartop. He frequently occupies this bar when he's had a rough day at work. Lately, the FHP has been getting the most bizarre cases and the only man good enough for these type of cases is Detective Frank Alastair. As the bartender is pouring his Bud Lite into a chilled glass, Alastair can't help recalling the day's events over and over again in his head.
By Tabby Gilmore9 years ago in Filthy
To Whom May Wanna Learn...
As I lay here in my bed, I wait for him to shadow my body with his. I have on his favorite lingerie. My black crotchless fishnets, he loves it too, everything I like and love. When we are together in bed, it is like our spirits are dancing together. I still patiently await my "Night Knight" to devour my every crevice. I'm on my back when he comes in. He quickly falls to his knees. He grabs me by my hips and thrusts my body downward and upward to where my soft ass is shifted up! He stops and just stares at my bottom for a few seconds. I'm just dying for him to start. He slowly eases his head close to my now wet asshole because my pussy has already started dripping my juice down, covering my asshole. He doesn't touch or kiss, or use his tongue yet. He slowly leans forward and blows ever so slightly with his warm breath on my puckered asshole. At first, he moves his head in a circular motion, as he blows, just enough for me to feel it. I'm dying for him to just jump right in. He loves to tease me! Ummm.. after a minute or two of this tantalizing pleasure, he barely touches it with the very tip of his warm tongue, slowly circling my pucker...
By Kelli Cartrette9 years ago in Filthy
Best Sex Toys for LDRs
Long distance relationships, also known as LDRs, are difficult. It's rough, because you often can't feel their embrace and even keeping intimacy alive can be difficult. Assuming you can't handle the high prices associated with commuting to your lover every weekend or so, you will need to find a way to make your sex life work.
By Rowan Marley9 years ago in Filthy
Romantic Travels
We are heading down 1-95 towards Melbourne, FL. I think the heat is getting to me or maybe it’s the heat generating from between my legs. The sunroof is open and the wind is whipping through the Hummer. But as I sit here beside this tall chocolate handsome man of mine, all I can think about is getting to Miami and enjoying our romantic weekend.
By Charlene AC9 years ago in Filthy
The Russian Mafia
That summer was promising a lot of fun from the beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had dated for 4 years. I lost weight, got that beautiful bronze tan and felt waaaaaay too confident. Parents went out of town for the summer. My girlfriend and I went to a bar for a drink and for an adventure.
By Yuliya Brown9 years ago in Filthy
When Androgynes Meet
We hadn't even noticed we had been conducting our entire conversation whilst sitting atop a cage containing a naked man. Naked except for a chain around his neck. On all fours he crouched, his fingers gripping the bars of the cage. So absorbed we were with one another, this man below our butts went unnoticed... until a black latex creature appeared beside us and casually inserted the heel of her savage stiletto through the cage to tickle the man's exposed ribs. For a moment we glanced down to observe her action, and how the man responded, with a wince, cowering, yet oozing pleasure from his naked pores. Oozing the agony of denial and the delay of gratification. He oozed the scent of submission. His face was turned down to the cage floor, damp with his own sweat and need, a willing captive in his own fantasy.
By Star Nymph9 years ago in Filthy
