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What Lies in the Office
What Lies in the Office Chapter 1: The financial statement It was another busy day at the office on yet another boring Monday morning. Desk life, chained to a computer and tied to a cubicle, what a thrill right? As I sat and pecked endlessly at my keyboard, my mind drifted off and I began to work and daydream at the same time.
Elisha Cartier SimpsonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThree's a Crowd...Sometimes. Pt.1
My husband, J, and I are homebodies by nature. Although we love to go out to eat or catch a movie, large crowds of strangers at a bar or club are generally a hard no for the both of us. Ever the extroverted introverts and still young enough to crave excitement, we remedied our need to socialize, drink, and be merry by periodically having our close coworkers and “framily” over for late night gatherings. Working the same shift for years had caused us all to adapt to the vamp life, which made 12 am party sessions perfectly acceptable and for most, preferable. Our get-togethers were epic; music floating on clouds of THC haze, the sound of laughter shaking the house. This was our time to unwind-sharing snacks, spliffs, and sips of mixed drinks over stories of terrible co-workers and mutual work woes. Our house was not the party spot, but it was a spot to feel accepted, to be comfortable, to be yourself, and have fun. We had genuine love for everyone who came through on those impromptu turn-ups, but, as always among any group of friends, there is usually one or two with whom you share a special connection. Whether it be a cherished memory or a juicy secret that separates them from all of the rest, it brands their name in your soul as a permanent and unique fixture. Years ago, on a hot summer morning after one such gathering, my husband and I unexpectedly invited a close friend to indulge in our private world and share one such secret with us, among other things...
Jade SummersPublished 3 years ago in FilthyKadie's Fantasies (Pt. 18)
WARNING: THEMES OF SUICIDE MENTIONED Kadie fell asleep in Will's bed, waiting for him to arrive. It wasn't long before she woke, given her body had relaxed.
Jasmin RivasPublished 3 years ago in FilthyMy Introduction to BDSM
It all started when I was in middle school. Right around the time I hit puberty. Let me explain. I was daydreaming nonstop about being taken advantage of; about being abused, and being forced to do sexual acts. No real people were actually involved in my introduction to BDSM, until later in life. Of course, I didn't know what it was then. I thought there was something terribly wrong with me. I always felt horrible afterwards. Perhaps, the fact that I was brought up in a strict Christian household had something to do with it. I am sure there are several other factors, but the guilt component was strongly linked to my feeling bad after I masturbated to my elaborate fantasies. Bear in mind, I spent countless hours daydreaming and coming up with all sorts of scenarios (not always sexual in nature,) wherever I went. During my mid-late 20s I found out I had Maladaptive Daydreaming, which is another story for another time. This disorder led me to creating numerous worlds, scenarios and characters in my head.
Katie JacobsonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHIM
1:00 AM As I toss and turn in bed, at one in the morning, bed covers tangled between my legs, pillow damp from the sweat I produced. I was awoken by HIM. He had come into my dreams again for the fifth time this week. He appeared in my dreams like the first four times, but this time he was shirtless and greased with baby oil. His hair was pushed back, and muscles ripped like a Greek God ready to strike down Hades. I was wet from this dream because of him. In this dream, I watched him from the window as he undressed into his boxers. He hung them just low enough to where his erection stood tall and ready to be played with. My mouth began to water at the sight of it twitching. He always looked down at the floor and tilt it aside. His breath was ragged and slow. I watched his chest rise up and down as he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before he blew. He knew I was watching HIM, but he didn’t seem to care. He liked the attention, and honestly, it was a bit arousing watching him, watch me—watch HIM. My body was in heat ten times hotter than last time. It was winter, cold, and damp. The snow was falling around my hoodie as I tried to keep warm. I wore gloves that protected me from frostbite, but my fingertips felt like ice icicles. I rubbed them together, causing friction as I felt the warmth circulate around my palms. It was like it erupted and sent a dwelling fire within me that burst with excitement and turned me on, even more, I thought of him. But something changed, there was some else there…
Mazikeen QuinnPublished 3 years ago in FilthyAll Lined Up
It’s a blur as to how we all ended up in the bedroom. I remember we were drinking a bit and Jana made a comment about being able to see my nipples through my dress and how juicy I looked. That intrigued my husband who was chomping at the bit to have a taste of whatever I and Jana had cooked up for the evening.
Wetnotesxxx by Ra'Moana SophleePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Chair
His office was just over a block away from her conference hotel. She'd been in meetings all morning. And they'd been messaging all morning, too. She had told him the day before that she'd be in town and inquired if they might get coffee.
16 Reasons Why...
Have you ever wondered...“Is chocolate actually better than sex?” Well, I have come up with a list of reasons that might make it sound better in someways. Not saying replace it all together, just know that it can be almost as satisfying to the mind and body as sex can be.
Jameela Toups-WestPublished 3 years ago in FilthyUncontrollable Need
Epilogue: June 10, 2012 New York, New York As I stepped off the bus, I took my first look around this city that I hoped to one day call home. It was huge and busy, but ugly in the sense that there was absolutely nothing green as far as the eye could see. It was all gray. How was a person expected to breathe in a place like this?
Jasmine WoodsonPublished 3 years ago in FilthySINDAY ; ) Day 21 Short Erotic Stories
DAY 21 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 21 SPARKS part 2 Your mouth gapped open, you moan so sexy and low, and you stopped breathing, loving the rush of me eating, and another watching. Your orgasm pushed the grape closer so I can reach it with my tongue, giving you multiple continuous orgasms. I am just so focused on that grape that I don’t notice my mustache rubbing your clit the whole time.
LB HarpdogPublished 3 years ago in FilthyForbidden
Chapter 2: Kupkake’s Unforgettable Weekend Me: Always? Keith fell asleep and I served the kids dinner (spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and side salad) The kids were a joy. Gabriella 12, Glori 10 and my sweet son Aries 6. I was blessed more than anything but I just required more excitement. Once we ate, homework time was next, then my favorite time bed time. We typically read books to one another and then they would retire to their rooms for the night
Queen KupkakePublished 3 years ago in FilthyMidsummer Wet Dream
She had an adorable innie belly button that adorned her narrow waistline. Freckles, as far as I could see, and a perfectly landscaped triangle of blond hair above her clit that would make the Jardins du Château de Versailles envious. And my hands paved a path along her hips and back towards her blue lace thong. My mouth followed suit; “Take your blouse off… slowly,” I whispered in her ear. Faintly smiling, she agreed. Breasts like hills with peaks tinted pink, I skimmed over her nipples with my tongue. The presence of pleasure occupied her eyes heavily when I spun her around to face the couch. While reaching for her crotch with my hand, she clutched my wrist to steer me through her crotchless undies. “Bend over,” I ordered her in a tone that stimulated the waterworks in between her legs. My fingers were laced with juice, and Jess was bracing to receive everything I was about to give her. When it comes to pussy, I prefer them fat. And she had yet to disappoint me.
imthenwgirlPublished 3 years ago in Filthy