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Lunch with a pornographer
At the height of the housing crisis, we short sold our Tennessee home. My husband's career with a well-known drive-in restaurant chain was tanking, so he took his buy-out from them and went to work for another fast-food giant in a different capacity. The new job took us to Tuscaloosa County, Alabama. There, my husband, Brett, managed five twenty-four-hour burger joints.
By Meadow Leight-Bell5 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World For You
It was a beautiful day in McAllister, California. The Sun was bright in the sky and there were little to no clouds. Birds sang their happy songs to the morning and everything was vibrant and alive with the colors of a day leading into the middle of Spring. He sat up with a soft sigh, his body almost refusing to wake up from his deep and comfortable sleep as he pushed the soft cotton sheet and comforter from his chest. He yawned softly, running his hands through his long wild strawberry blonde hair, his blue eyes starting to focus in the midnight dark room. The thick velvety curtains did well at keep out the pesky Sun's rays. The soft sound of shifting on his left made him turn his head, a smile coming to his lips as he looked at the lump under the covers in the bed next to him. Long strands of black and crimson peeked out from under the covers, resting on the pillow there. He reached out his hand and lightly caressed one of the wayward tufts of silken hair. The softness always made him marvel. He would let him sleep more, no real need to wake him up yet. He pushed the covers off of his legs and stood, his soft pajama pants rustling as he slid his legs off the side of the bed and stood, replacing the covers over his side of the bed. He started to walk across the large bedroom to the adjacent bathroom door, stretching his arms up over his head as he yawned quietly again.
By Wakane Ebonheart5 years ago in Filthy
The Perfect World. Annie Yearning-Desire.
Pleasure, passion, reaching that desire we crave the most. CHAPTER ONE// A Girls Day Out. "HmmMmm." Annie moaned aloud as she reached her goal. My morning ritual always starts of with self stimulated pleasure she thought to herself as the rhythmic convulsions ebbed and began to ease. Still rubbing her clit with one hand easing back on her Gspot gradually cumming down from the heightened sensations of orgasmic, ethereal, euphoric, fever.
By Jason Gott5 years ago in Filthy
Solar Moon: Part 4
7 “You’ve got to be shitting me,” Please don’t be true, please don’t be true… “What-” “I mean how is this even possible? No one has seen or heard from the old Alpha in… like … forever! He disappeared after the shield came down. Now all of the sudden you just pop up out of nowhere and I can’t seem to get rid of you?”
By Phoenix Stone5 years ago in Filthy
Ejaculations of Great Joy
AFTER AZOTH by Roscoe Forthright Book 2. Chapter 1. “Ejaculations of Great Joy” Within the covens of F.R.F~ Roscoe often brought good tidings of great joy, which were followed by ejaculations and female orgasms of great joy. Within one year the original 13 covens grew to a wonderfully diverse Sacred Order of 57 covens, including 9 in Canada, 4 in U.K., 2 in Australia, and 11 in various countries of the Europe, adding 18 new covens in the U.S. Roscoe's weekly Oneness2 broadcasts on Saturday mornings reach an audience of 342 coven members. The open lectures on Wednesday evenings, which are available to anyone, draw an audience which varies in size, between 1400 and 2000 people. Many of these people use Oneness2 for sexual fun, getting off with boys and girls in distant places. They tune-in mostly from idle curiosity to see what the old, bald guy is talking about this week. About half the people listen approximately for 8 to 10 minutes, before moving to private screens to have online sex. The daily use of Oneness2 for online sex remains simply astonishing: 8000 to 12000 viewers during most 24-hour periods.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
The Hopeless Romantic Submissive
"What?" I answered with an attitude as I held the phone wondering why he was even calling me considering I told him I hated him a few hours earlier. "Come to my house, park in the garage, call me when you're close." He hung up right after and I stood there contemplating whether I should go or not. Not because I didn't want to see him, but because I knew when I said I hated him I meant the exact opposite. This was no new fling. This was someone with who I'd always had this love/hate relationship. No matter how much time would pass somehow we would always find our way back, but just as fast as we'd part ways soon after. That reason being he had always clearly shown me he had commitment issues.
By 5 years ago in Filthy
Solar Moon
5 She was relieved when it didn’t appear that she had been followed. But what to do now? She didn't think if she went back inside the house she would be able to face her family without bursting into tears. She hadn’t noticed how many had witnessed the bizarre scene play out, but she guessed it was probably everyone. She didn’t want to face them either. At least not until she got a grip over herself.
By Phoenix Stone5 years ago in Filthy
Group Masturbation for World Peace
Roscoe agreed to give Oneness2 a three-month trial, before making any final decisions, before making any further business agreements with Anon.donor. ~~ The results were joyful and truly beyond Roscoe's expectations. Sitting in his living room, in Port Angeles, Washington, Roscoe may now lecture to and hold conversation with many devotees at the same time. In smaller groups, the devotees can see and talk with each other. For one event in mid-July 2020, 1043 people signed-in to hear Roscoe recite the complete Forest Songs, and make commentary about those seminal sacred texts. 897 people listened to the entire two-hour lecture. 238 people asked if they could send donations. Roscoe replied to those requests with a short video, saying “I truly appreciate your generosity, but we are in need of no money. Spend your money making yourself and your loved ones safe and happy. I accept no donations from anyone accept our benefactor, Anon.donor~ who continues to make Oneness2 possible, and provides that service to all of you.”
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
