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Sunday Afternoon Pt. 2
His ultimatum had my mind racing. He was rude, with traces of expectation. But I felt that if I walked out of that door, I would miss one hell of a good time. Thank God I shaved, I thought as I pulled my peasant top over my head. I was also thankful that I used minimal make-up, as it had better chances of staying in place. I couldn't hear his footsteps yet; I wanted to be ready and waiting for him "when he returned." I slid my jeans down my well-moisturized legs. I made sure that whatever happened today, I would look and smell amazing. There I sat on his semi-clean couch in my black bra and black cheeky hipsters and waited.
By D. Lynn7 years ago in Filthy
Diaries of a Call Girl
Excitement shot through me, he was back in town. Unprofessional, maybe but I have become too emotionally close with Jason. He is so nice, handsome, and he makes me feel a way no other guy has made me feel, John or not. Admittedly. I have had the opportunity to try out all types of men. This one is special, we will leave it at that.
By Vivian Heart7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty (Part 6)
We were under a big tree that gave us a little cover. He pinned me to the wall and kissed me so deeply, that I felt my legs give out under me.
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
First Time Camgirl
Chloe’s hands shook as she pressed on the new email. A new client show request for her cam modelling persona, Cinnamon. She wasn’t used to it yet. Even after a month and a half, new requests made her shake. She had two regular clients who requested shows and photo sets, but everything else was sporadic. Another request wasn’t unusual.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty (Part 4)
Paul looked delicious, laying open and vulnerable, helpless. My eyes roamed his whole body. I looked at Alice, she smiled back mischievously. His hard cock stood up as if reaching out desperately, in terrible need for attention. I took a deep breath, containing the urge to tear him up in a moment. I started going down on him, licking and teasing his cock, then moving to his balls. Alice was smothering him with her beautiful full breasts; her nipples were so hard, that they could put an eye out now! Paul moaned and eagerly sucked on them.
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
Tell Him
This story takes place during The Weird World Of Wyrm episode and after they finally got home from space. I hand wrote this a while ago and just got around to typing it. I was inspired by this artwork. Feel free to let me know what you guys think.
By Olivia W.S.7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty (Part 3)
Part 3 I ran out of my room, to find Alice and Patrick having sex on the floor. She was on all fours, he was behind her, pounding her so hard, that I thought she would break. I turned around and went back into my room. OOPS! I couldn’t tell if someone was getting killed, or if someone was having amazing sex? I must be getting old.
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
Sunday Afternoon
“Well if you don't want to get spanked, I guess you should go home.” That statement sort of made me mad. It wasn't that I didn't want to get spanked, I just was feeling self- conscious and nervous and all of the things that this guy should have understood. Not only would this be the first time I played the BDSM game in general, but it's also the first time with him.
By D. Lynn7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty (Pt. 2)
Part 2 (continued) "I am in trouble and need some help. You see, I was abducted and I need help to get home, please. I swear it! I was carjacked and left in a hotel…”
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
Dark Shadow Tree Man
It was a hot day like no other. The sky appeared to be made of fire and the trees screamed with thirst when I came across my dark shadow tree man. I sat in my air-conditioned studio with my feet up in my love seat as I stared out my sliding doors across the street at a large oak tree. Hidden in the crevices of the tree were shapes and figures too distant to make out, but one image stuck in my head. Who was that? I asked myself. Out there, within the tree branches, almost embedded within the tree trunk, appeared to be a tall, dark, muscular shadow of a man staring back at me!
By Gladys Torres7 years ago in Filthy
Hitting Forty
Part 1 (Introduction) I am sitting here, just thinking to myself, wondering how I ever got here. I am turning 38 this month, and quickly approaching 40. It is frightening as well as exciting. How did I get here? Did I miss something? I feel as lost as when I was a teenager. It's incredible! I became an adult, and nobody informed me of it. As I am in this coffee shop writing this, I feel a soft giggle creeping up, just thinking back on my first experience with bondage.
By Sam Marie7 years ago in Filthy
The Chair
Years ago, the parking lot of this mall would have been filled at 7:00 PM. Now, it’s bare bones as it nears its current closing time of 8:00 PM. Every store that I had ever shopped in is now gone. Not sure how the one department store, or the comic book store keeps it alive, but they do. Most people now use it as somewhere to get exercise, though the three floors have now been reduced to only one being accessible. The only reason I'm stopping by is to use the massage chair that's planted in the lobby. It's strange seeing these two leather chairs in the middle of the floor when there's hardly anyone there to use them. I passed them before on several trips to the Victoria's Secret that is also gone.
By D. Lynn7 years ago in Filthy