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Phone Sex Operations
His Voice- the man on the phone. Kate immediately recognizes that she has known him for years. She knows his real name. She knows his credentials. Quickly, as they venture into the well-known/now dull to her territory of sexual banter, it is with a striking fear of his Voice which befalls upon her consciousness. Kate is an operator. She has entertained men on the phone many times before; sometimes even managing to please herself as well, but this time is different.
cora lynnishPublished 3 years ago in FilthyOffice Play
When Dara walked into the building all anyone could see was a black overcoat, and a pair of fuck me black heels. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, texting Stan to let him know she was getting in the elevator. Smiling she played with the belt of her coat as the elevator rose into the air. Exiting when the door dinged and opened, she turned to the right making her way to the end of the hall where Daddy’s office was. His secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Dara knocked softly on the office door. When she heard enter, she slipped through the door and stopped. He still had clients sitting at the conference table with him, two large black males that took her breath away. And she froze.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHot Summer Bods 2021 Pt. 6
Victoria Abunaw After starting her college career at the University of Akron, Victoria Abunaw transferred to Cincinnati where she competed in 2020 and 2021. She earned her first win of 2021 at the University of Akron Campbell Invitational where she won the 60-meter hurdles during the indoor season. She kicked off the outdoor season with a win in the 100-meter hurdles at the Oliver Nikoloff Invitational. Abunaw placed third at the Clark Wood Invitational before running her best time of her career at the American Outdoor Track & Field Championships 100-meter hurdles prelim where she qualified for the final at 13.70.
Winners OnlyPublished 3 years ago in FilthyInternational House Party
Our house party is in full effect, the red strobe light gives our living room a club feel. The wheels of steel pumping Public Enemy reppin New York and NWA reppin California are in the mix. A big tin tub of ice filled with Schlitz Malt Liquor Bulls reppin Ledbetter. The bar area has Patrone reppin Mexico and Popov Vodka for the White Russians making it an International Affair. We got all my mates from the Squad; strategically placed Snow Bunnies; Red beans and rice didn’t miss her Sistas posted up at the bay window waiting for the Frat boys from Sigma Ki to put in their bid.
Timothy KincaidPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Very First Time
Jasmine stared in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful with ample sized breasts and gorgeous chunky thighs, but she just couldn't be as beautiful as her. Even worse there was no chance of getting that young sexy lady out of her head. They had literally just met damn it! Besides she was into men not women! She had been out clubbing at a down town club called Sauce. She hadn't known it was an LGBTQ club until she had walked in, and she didn't care as long as it had a dancefloor. She was intending to dance alone, until she walked in. Yes she! She with the gorgeous big breasts, she with the beautiful ample stomach, she with the tight, beautiful thighs. Jasmine had no idea why she was thinking about women in sexual terms, she wasn't normally like this. However, she was single and pretty much happy about that, as being single enabled her to play, no strings attached. She didn't want tying down for the rest of her life. That would be simply too boring for her sex life! Jasmine thought for a minute, there was no way she could be into women, she only ever had sex with men. She brushed her long, wavy dark hair, and decided that after a late night, coffee was the only solution to waking her up. She planned to go back to that club tonight and find that gorgeous female who had her all hot and bothered. She needed to understand why she felt this way. Was it infatuation? Sexual? or was she simply just drawn to her? Either way, she needed to know.
Carol TownendPublished 3 years ago in FilthyWhat is the difference between lingerie and underwear?
From where do underwear and lingerie come from? Not only undergarments and lingerie are poles apart from each other in characteristics, but in origins as well. Since ancient times, underwear has been with us in one or the other form. In ancient times, undies were found in form of loincloths. According to research, historians believed that ancient Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans used to wore undergarments. Compared with the current era, the word undergarment wasn’t welcomed with a warm heart during the 19th century. Moreover, the word undergarment was considered unattractive at that time. However, Lady Duff-Gordan, a prominent fashion designer, changed this by designing women’s undergarments that were smaller, less restrictive and more appealing. These appealing styles of undies were known as “Lingerie”.
Ayushi SharmaPublished 3 years ago in FilthySweet Tooth
"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.
L. M. WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyIn The Heat of Summer
Moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere was never my plan. I prefer the city, the noise, the people. But when the office started making cuts and gave the option of 4 weeks severance or move to the "rural office" with moving expenses, I selected the latter.
L. M. WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyAvery's Story
A strong feeling of despair filled me as someone rushed past. Even worse, I was one loaf of bread lighter. I rolled my eyes and shed my cloak to reveal a pair of bright, red wings. Every time I disguised myself as a human to indulge myself in marketplace treats, I had to put up with thieves and today was no different. I flew after the thief and found her disappearing down an alley. I reached her in moments. "Got you!" I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the side of a building. The woman glared back at me. The only sign of her fear was the quick rise and fall of her chest with her rapid breathing.
Amora JonesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDayCreaming PT 1
The things I think about when it comes to you. I think about you constantly and always wonder, what do you taste like? What does it taste like to take your strawberry-colored tongue in my mouth? The excitement of tasting your fingers after they've been inside of me. To lick your lips after you've licked my juices. These reoccurring thoughts sometimes keep me up at night. They just keep coming, and I can't get enough of them. I bought new bamboo bed sheets to help with the hot sleepless nights, but that doesn't seem to work this morning. My libido is high at 3 am, and I have to do something to take the edge off until we meet again.
Asea B MoorePublished 3 years ago in FilthyCaring For Daddy
Stan was sitting on the couch with his head back and eyes closed when Dara got home. She smiled from the entryway. He looked so calm and peaceful, but when she approached him, she saw the fine lines of stress etched into his handsome features, and the glass in his hand that rested on the back of the couch. A very full glass of scotch. How crazy had his day been? She wondered as she put her purse, keys, and briefcase down. Then walking to him quietly she gently stroked his cheek as she leaned in to kiss his slightly parted lips, tasting the scotch on them. When she pulled back his eyes were open, and he was staring at her.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in FilthyIn the barn
Carrie left the manor by the back door, fallowing the path she walked along the fence till she came to the barn. Standing there for a minute she stared at the structure raising before her, the dark red paint casting shadows with the contrasting white trim gleaming in the afternoon sun. she smiled when she saw the doors to the hayloft open, closing her eyes she relived the last time she had been up there. Moaning softly, she slid her leather gloved hands down the bodice of her royal purple riding dress, the corset she wore under neath making her breath come even faster. Would her be able to put his hands on her again? She wondered. Would it all be as wickedly intense as the first time? She groaned feeling his hands instead of hers smooth over her flared hips. Shuttering at the images running through her mind Carrie opened her eyes and began walking again.
Marie RossPublished 3 years ago in Filthy