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Topless Nudity For The Girls, An Equal Right, Or Just Good News?
Considering that my first article on the subject went over so well I have been contemplating a follow-up piece. If you haven't read the first one, it seemed to tickle some funny bones and resonated with others.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyConference Call Climax
I woke on Monday morning, I looked at my phone, I took a moment to clear my sleep-fogged head, then I screamed. Fuck. I must have forgotten to set my alarm on Sunday evening. I sat bolt upright as panic took me from sleepy-head to wide-fucking-awake-in-terror in the space of two heartbeats. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had 23 minutes to make my Monday morning meeting.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 3 years ago in FilthySummer Rain
The heat had been intolerable for the past week and most people opted to wear either as little clothing as possible or loose clothing that wouldn’t stick to their bodies. Summer classes were no joy in the middle of summer but my two new friends made it easier to deal with. Shauna had a fabulous sense of humor and a mouth that could make a sailor homesick for his ship. Liam was a preppy, typical-looking young man whose talents lay in his appreciation of two things: satire and women. I had never met a man who loved women so much; small-breasted women and big-breasted ones, skinny bottoms and full, fleshy bodies — he loved them all.
Autumn SeavePublished 3 years ago in FilthyMerlot Melanine
Melanine was five foot seven inches, thick in all the right places. All Michael had of her was a photo she sent him. He had more photos of her but this one was the most precious to him so he'd had it printed. He stood there under the glow of the street light, imagining their second meeting. They'd actually been sharing photos for two years. Michael never wanted a long distance relationship. Melanine never believed it could work. They couldn't help the connection they felt. They'd changed their relationship status five times over the two years. Since 2018 they'd been talking non stop. They matched in the best of ways. They shared the same humor so they were always able to cheer each other up on bad days. Covid 19 had devastated the entire planet, and yet Melanine and Michael found love.
Aqeedah Mujahid-GainesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyDirty Dishes
Kitchen Sink Drama — Screenplay by Keith M. Green FADE IN: INT. Billericay. A council flat kitchen. Evening. In a run down yet spotless kitchen BARRY — a burly geezer clad in string vest, marigolds and faded jeans is doing the washing up. His thick muscular arms are firm but gentle as he handles the soaked tableware. He is attempting a stoic look, yet there is a darting restlessness in his eyes; a look befitting of one struggling with an indecent urge. Amongst the sounds of clattering plates and the squeaks of rubber over wet glass, we hear him let escape a whisper of excitement, a muffled moan of pleasure.
Keith GreenPublished 3 years ago in FilthyExperimented Girl
I looked away and nodded as I hugged my arms again. He brought my face into his hands so gently I couldn’t help but lock my eyes with his. “I am so sorry that happened to you. He didn’t…He better of not.” I shook my head no. “Susan stopped him, he said next time if I resist, he wouldn’t stop. Told me I am to have their kids by him or even…by Susan’s assistant.”
MagicalSoulPublished 3 years ago in FilthySex at 49
Last year I became a widow. I mourn the loss of my husband every single day. Some people may not believe that if they know that I started having sex again only 4 months after his passing, but it is true. He was the love of my life. But we hadn’t had sex in 10 years. Depression and other mental health diseases can be a bitch.
Autumn SeavePublished 3 years ago in FilthyHow To Improve Nonverbal Communication In A Relationship
What you say in a relationship is important – but perhaps equally as important, is all the stuff you don’t say – yet impart with your body language. Nonverbal communication in a relationship has a profound effect on connection which is why this article will help you improve your nonverbal skills. That way you can create a better and more intimate relationship – the kind you’ve always wanted.
Leigh NorénPublished 3 years ago in FilthyGetting Drunk In Front Of My Crush
For about a year, my son’s barber and I have been having mild flirtations at his shop or through text. I didn’t take it seriously because well...he’s a BARBER. I don’t know how it is with other races, but in the African American community, barbers =THOT. Anywho, I remember taking my son to his usual Sunday morning haircut, and his barber asked me if I had plans for Cinco de Mayo. Like a big nerd, I said, “well, it’s a workday...” he laughed and said, “no, afterwards.” I laughed as well, though I was slightly embarrassed and told him no. “Good,” he said. “I want to take you out.” I still thought he was bullshitting, until he texted me the day before Cinco de Mayo and asked were we still on. I accepted his invitation, and he told me he would be at my place around 7 the next day.
Taniya LashayPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMy Best Friend’s Brother
“Of course David’s going to be there, it’s his house,” Andrea said as they lugged their suitcases through the airport. “You said we were staying with family. I thought David moved to New York.” Nikki’s heartbeat thumped in her ears at the thought of seeing Andrea’s older brother.
Kate BriggsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyBad example, or just what she needed. Final chapter
So as I said earlier in the story, she is a big girl. She is 5’7” tall, about 270 lbs., with 44 FF tits. Her mom body shamed her, her entire life. She said that she never understood why I always wanted to see her naked. I told her I loved her, and that I had always liked big girls. I also tried to explain to her that there were a lot of guys that would find her attractive. Then I said to her “ look how hard Red tried to get you naked. She said I guess we will see how he acts tonight since I stopped him after a hand job.
Steven Crane SrPublished 3 years ago in FilthyVelvety Rabbit
Inhale, exhale. Damn it, butterflies and sweating are not great for a first date! Dating has been a lot harder than I remember. Maybe I have higher standards since the divorce or maybe I just stopped putting up with bullshit. Eh, who knows. Pulling into Johnny’s driveway, I send him a quick text, “I’m here.” Grabbing my clutch and wine bottle, I slide out of the car. Shutting the door, I walk up to his house and feel my cheeks start to redden. Inhale, exhale. Here goes my seventh, 1st date.
Susie GundersonPublished 3 years ago in Filthy