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AFFAIR OF THE HEART
W aking up from my late afternoon nap to the sound of Kyle's giggles and my parents' laughter from the kitchen area, I went to investigate what the whole ordeal was. I too wanted to know what could be so entertaining in the kitchen. Walking up to them at a leisurely pace, I was surprised by the view of all three baking cookies and little Kyle covered in flour from head to toe.
Lady Lavinia DasaniPublished about 13 hours ago in Filthy
A Day of Anticipation
The doorbell rang for the second time at 12:00 p.m. on the dot. Jami had been soaking in her small tub to try to get the ache out of her sore muscles. She had done a solo 5-mile hike in the Blue Ridge Mountains the day before and was feeling the effects on her muscles today. She had just started the process of getting out of the tub when the doorbell rang for the first time, followed by a swift knock. The knock held a note of immediacy that Jami recognized from her twin sister when things were going south quickly. The rush to get to the door did not allow Jami time to dry off. She threw on her favorite silk Kimono robe and headed quickly for the door. The silk molded to her curvy body leaving very little to the imagination, but Jami didn’t mind because Cami had seen it all before, they were womb-mates after all. In her haste to get the door, the now wet silk wrapped around her long legs causing her to trip and almost nosedive into the side table. Hence why she knew the time as the doorbell rang for the second time.
Good but hood girl
Growing up on the north side of M-town, I never knew anything outside of killing, stealing, robbing, rapes, gangs, and drugs. Of course that never stopped me from knowing who I truly am and my worth. No matter what the circumstance was I remained true to myself, my morals, beliefs and goals. Now that I'm 21 i'm determined to find away out of all the bullshit i have seen and experienced. Plus i have my best friend/ lover who i've been with since like the 10th grade. We practically watched each other grow up. He's been down with me since baby phat, feel me?
JustGorgeousPublished about 19 hours ago in FilthyCaesar
My name is Diane. I'm the eldest of six children. My parents are Mary Catherin and Augustine Smith. I'm of Scottish and Dutch ancestry. My life recently has been very difficult. See, my marriage has been arranged with a man that I hate. A man I could never love. His name is Nathaniel Adams. He is the man my mother and father have chosen to become my husband. I feel angry. I don't want to marry him. My heart is set on one man. His name is Caesar.
Danielle MosleyPublished about 19 hours ago in FilthyBLOOD LUST
It felt dark, even though the sun was shining. It felt cold, even though it was the middle of summer. My veins were burning.
N'Jaane FranksPublished about 19 hours ago in FilthyReflect, Lick, Penetrate
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
Jupiter GrantPublished about 20 hours ago in FilthyThe Third Party
From the half-lit corner of Hannah’s bedroom, I watch as the handsome young man cups her pert breasts, licking the coffee-colored peaks of her nipples. She moans his name- “Tony, oh Tony”- as his agile tongue flickers back and forth, his teeth nip, and his full lips draw her teats into his mouth to suckle.
Jupiter GrantPublished about 20 hours ago in Filthy
In The Snow
Drew sat in the limo waiting for Abby to come out, scrolling through the pictures she had sent him over the last few months. After that first night they had started seeing each other regularly for the months she was home on summer break, and when she went back to school in the fall, they had continued through phone calls and the computer. And of course, the text messages with teasing pictures. The bratty pictures of her tits with her pinching her nipples, the one of her spreading her ass cheeks to show him the plug she had worn to class that day. Then there were the videos, ones of her finger fucking her pussy showing him her dripping fingers or of her using a dildo or vibrator making herself moan and scream so sweetly. But the timing of when she sent them, usually in the middle of a meeting with a client or the board of his company. Her brattyness had kept him hard, and they always made their phone calls that much dirtier. Then there were the handful of weekends he had traveled to spend time with her, two days of just them locked in the hotel room. And now they had three days together in a snowy cabin, she was home for Christmas break, but her father wasn’t, So Drew was taking her on a little trip. Smiling at what he had planned he put his phone away when the door opened.
Marie RossPublished about 22 hours ago in Filthy
My Stepmom wants a Baby!
As the production value of most media goes up so does that of pornography. It was bound to happen as porn became a multi-million dollar industry in the nineties all the way to the present day. You now see porn blockbuster epics produced by the likes of Vivid and Private who have the dollars to back such efforts. Not everyone wants to see a 2 hour feature porn film though; just as profitable is making high quality scenes of a 30 minute duration. You can corner a niche audience in just that 30 minutes rather than have them sit there for 2 hours trying to find their favorite scene as part of a movie.
Good Vibrations PT2
At the end of pt 1!.......... She brings herself down from the sink, slides her panties down to her ankles, slides them off then hands them to Lance and says," You see how wet you get me wiithout even touching me?!" He looks at her and says," I always seemed to have that effect on you!" She giggles and says'" Now come here and let's see how wet you can make me when you slide inside of me!"
Everything ExclusivePublished a day ago in FilthyEnd of a Long week
Long week at work. I get home Friday night and strip down as soon as I walk through the door. I head straight into it the bathroom and get a shower. I dry off and go to the kitchen and grab a snack cake and a tall glass of water. At this point no one was up. The wife was in her bed. The kids in theirs.
It is With Much Regret That I Must Inform You I Cannot Accept the Position of Your Boyfriend
Author's preface: While digging through my vast archives I stumbled across this humor piece from 2018. It was a response to an article in which the author informed a sometimes hook up partner that she would accept him as her boyfriend were he to meet a series of very specific requirements. She wrote it in the form of a job acceptance letter in which she was the company CEO and he the job applicant. It was hard to tell if she was being serious or if it was all tongue in cheek. In any case I had to respond in kind and what you see below is that response. Unfortunately I cannot locate the original article upon which this was based and did not link it for reasons I cannot recall, but most likely simple laziness. This post was particularly popular (for me) and it spurred a lot of discussion in the comments section. Not sure if this is going to make the 600 word cutoff or not so going to pad this preface with just a couple of sentences worth of nonsense in order that I might play it safe. Hmmm. Maybe just one or two more filler sentences and then I should be good. This would be the second filler sentence. And, to play it really safe, here is the third. Thank you six hundred word count minimum for another waste of thirty seconds of mine, and whoever is reading this, day. Dumbest rule, ever. In any case, enjoy!
Everyday JunglistPublished a day ago in Filthy
