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Why I Became a Slut
I met my first husband in high school. I lost my virginity to him in the front seat of his Blazer down at the park on the way home from a date one night. It wasn’t quite the way I had imagined my first time – rose pedals on the bed, soft kisses in the golden light of a Sunday afternoon spilling over us through sheer curtains, gentle, caring, both us getting pleasure from it, feeling loved. It was quick, rushed, almost like he was trying to see if he could get away with it. Afterwards, he dropped me off with a kiss on the cheek, backing out of the driveway before I even had the door to my parents’ house open.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy
The Beasts
The air's, icy breath cascades down the side of the rocky face, biting the edges of my cheeks and tearing at my ears. My hands, even gloved, can barely move, and my legs stiffen under the weight of the frigid atmosphere. The lungs, heaving in my chest, are close to popping under the pressure. I cannot breathe.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Filthy
Thanksgiving
Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from university. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me. We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen-year-old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend’s base desires can get old.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Pretty Please - 2/2
The grin on your face makes me want to defy you again, but I’m already in position, and I want it so badly. So I glare a little before drawing my eyes to the bed in front of me and then lower myself further onto your dick with a slow, gyrating motion. You hiss softly as I impale myself fully and bounce a few times. Your hands find my ass in an attempt to guide my movements, but I remember what you want.
By Mari C. Rohweder4 years ago in Filthy
Obsessions of the Lustful Mind
Chapter 1 I can’t believe I’m late again. You would have thought that living only 50 meters from your place of work, that it would be impossible to be late. But, no. Here I am again, scrambling over slippery cobbles in heels, trying not to break my neck. I guess it would be a blessing in disguise though, breaking my neck. Well, maybe not breaking it, but you know, a little bump to the head. Concussion. A small one, of course, nothing serious. Just bad enough that I get sent home and told to rest until tomorrow.
By Lucy Barewood4 years ago in Filthy
Mercy
She has the left side of her body draped over mine with her head resting on my chest. Her body jerks, which tends to happen when her muscles start to relax in preparation for sleep. It is startling, but terribly adorable. I hold my breath briefly to make sure I’m not the reason she might be waking up, but she returns to relative stillness and I exhale. I stretch my neck forward, like an awkward turtle, to reach the top of her head with my lips. I kiss her gently and inhale deeply.
By Kathy Williams4 years ago in Filthy
If only...(Part 2)
How is it that you are so completely irresistible to me? Whatever it is about you, I simply cannot deny it—my body wants yours, on a deep, instinctual, animal level. I am flooded with need for your warm pussy wrapped around my hard dick, need to fill you with all of me. This craving, this fiery, desperate need for you, to take you, please you, make you and keep you mine, it's all I can think of.
By Victor Vibes4 years ago in Filthy
Ellen Joy
Ricky and I were out in the parking lot playing our version of handball. Really it was just slapping a tennis ball against the factory wall and keeping a pseudo type of tennis score. Boy it was hot that day. One of those steamy August days in Chicago. As usual Donna and Annie were sitting on the shipping dock watching us spend our lunch hour running around working up a sweat. At nineteen years old neither Ricky nor I had a clue why these two 40 something women would watch us so intently, or had any idea of the thoughts that were going through their heads. Call us naive.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Witches and Wolves
The remote mountain town of Brave Hollows stood small and proud but surrounded by the thickest forest in the northeast. Before the last hundred years the town had been plagued by attacks of the worst kind, nightly attacks by many creatures of the deep dark nights. This portion of the country was overrun by Wendigos, Flesh Runners, and many malevolent spirits, including a boog hag or banshee. It was a lovely town with such a kind environment and lovely people, now that it was more modernized people were more able to survive but the attacks were held at bay or quickly responded to by the clan of wolfmen now living around the town. The town had found them to be civilized a hundred years ago and a deal was struck. Protection from the creatures if any witches or at least eight young women were sacrificed every year to mates to the wolves.
By Kira Lydia G.5 years ago in Filthy
