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Mile High Submission
Bored on a flight? Maybe reading an erotica novel without any hope for an outlet was less than Ideal. Or was it? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bella CooperPublished 4 years ago in FilthyDesires
All of human kind has desires. Each and every individual. Even the ones who vocally proclaim to have no desires for themselves. Leaving aside the fact of having desires for people around you such as, your children having a grand future or your best friend finding her match. Those are all to be put aside for now, as this story speaks about your desires only. Assuming the picture displayed above is just a small part of what desire actually could be and become. It is often mistaken by comparing or equalizing it with need and obsession but is yet often the opposite. Your desires can be satisfying as a feeling because it is mostly a scenario of thoughts and ideas played in your mind for your eyes only. Think of it as a fantasy play directed by you, played by you. Your very own "one man show"! Your desires can be COMPLETELY unrealistic and out of this world or absolutely doable but is is a thing that most often does not come to fruition in real life play. At this point I might have lost you in the story reasoning for a bit but it will all make sense. To clear things up on the knowledge of desires I will have you sample a few of my own personal desires. You might find your desires to be close to mine or completely different but it is a matter of listening to yourself inside.
The Night of My Life
I've been single for a couple of years now and of course I have dated here and there but there was a night that will never leave my mind for the rest of my life...
One Single DadPublished 4 years ago in FilthyHair to Ass Bondage Play for Her
For Those Who Like Bondage Play If you have a woman (or you are a woman) who likes the kinky rough stuff, and a little bondage play; this idea is for you! I call it hair to ass bondage play for her. This works best when the woman has hair that is at least, a little long. Maybe at least shoulder length, but preferably much longer. Having said that; as long as you have hair on your head it can be done. It's easy to explain and set up, so I'll get to it.
Timothy A RowlandPublished 4 years ago in FilthyHow Your Pelvic Floor Impacts Your Orgasm
When it comes to achieving orgasm, it's really only boils down to two things: your mind and your body. As long as these both are on board, climaxing doesn't have to be difficult.
Leigh NorénPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMr X
I was brought into a room. I didn’t know where I was precise; I was blindfolded and bounded by the wrists. People referred to him, as Mr X. He told me not to move, nor make a sound. My heart was racing—almost like an automatic bomb or Tale-Tale Heart. The way it would pound in my chest or the way it would stop and start again; had me on high alert. Hearing the sounds, increasing; growing louder and louder by the minute. The anticipation was daunting. Stood to be six-foot-five. Slim, broad shoulders, hair pushed back. His bread was trimmed to fit his face, and that smile; brought all the ladies to their knees; like myself.
Mazikeen QuinnPublished 4 years ago in FilthyRendezvous
She liked this bar. She has been coming here for weeks now. She slips into the same booth, in the corner, hiding in the shadows. People left her alone and that was the way she preferred it. She got enough attention during the day and she didn’t need any now. The dark shadows provided the protection she wanted in order to be able to watch.
Italian Stallion
D’Angelo. I met him in Rome during a trip celebrating my graduation from college. I worked hard during my college years. School was supposed to be my way out. Now as the time passes, my memories that were once vivid start to fade. How could such moments of pleasure and passion fade?
Sleepy Nut
Yesterday, my fun buddy was at work with me, but he'd worked ten days in a row and this was the end of day 10, making him ‘dead tired’. So we didn't meet up fuck like we normally would, but I kinda had sympathy on him. The horniness inside me couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so I sort of took advantage of his sleepy state and unzipped his uniform pants.
J.S. DaniellePublished 4 years ago in FilthyDirty Angel
Dirty Angel I’m so bored. Angel thinks to herself as she checks out the next customer. A balding middle aged man slaps a huge bag of dog food on the conveyor belt.
Who Exactly Spurts the Cream of Useful Ideologies?
Roscoe Forthright is more likely to create a useful philosophy, like Spiritual Fucking, or Blow-Jobs for Higher Consciousness, than followers of Jung, The Communist Party of China or any elected leader in the United States of America or European Union. And certainly not Vladimir Putin. The smart professors at major universities, worldwide, are adding nothing useful to the conversation. Much of what they think up and publish never reaches anyone except other professors. Much of what they publish has more to do with furthering their careers, than providing useful new ideas for the organization of governments and economies.
Roscoe ForthrightPublished 4 years ago in FilthyDreams...
Yes, I too can imagine many things, my beauty, like a night beneath the stars, a Summer night, or a meeting in some out of the way hotel. I opened the door of the hotel with the plastic key card and entered the hotel room. The scent of perfume wafted in the air and you rose from a chair in front of the small desk near the dresser with the flatscreen and taking the remote, turned it off. You place it on the small desk and faced me. Until this moment, I was a stranger to you, words on a screen, a Gypsy, and an Assassin, and we looked at each other, your eyes looking me up and down as I see hints of a tattooed form. You are wearing a blouse and skirt that almost touched the carpet. Your wrists and neck glinting from many chains and gems. I walked forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, and you let out your breath, as if you were not sure of this encounter. I placed my hand under your chin and raised your face up and kissed you long and hard on your lips. Your eyes told me that you wanted more than a kiss as your breath quickened as I unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall off your shoulders to reveal a black bra beneath and more of a view of the tattoos hidden before. A quick slice from a blade and it parted in the middle so quickly, all you could do is look down as the cups separated and went down each arm to join the blouse on the carpet. I put the blade away and cupped the full breasts in each hand, and felt your heart beating so very quick as I bowed and gently kissed each nipple, making them smaller and hard. You had your eyes closed and ran your tongue over your lips as I stood, and looked down at you. I knelt and slowly tugged down your skirt. The boots matched the black panties so well, and the scent of you made me want to taste what I have yet to see in the flesh. You smiled and kicked your skirt away, and the blouse with the bra on top and stood there, legs slightly apart, looking down at me. I saw the twinkle in your eyes, and knew why you kicked the clothes out of the way. I cupped your rounded bottom in each hand and drew you forward to bite your panties gently as you shivered and flooded them, my chest, and the carpet beneath. The blade came out once more and the panties were gone. The scent of you rose to meet me as the tip of my tongue parted your lips to the hardness there and your intake of breath told me it was wanted and enjoyed. I turned you gently, and walked you backwards until the bed touched the back of your legs and lowered you on it, gentle, like a flower. You lay there with your legs apart and damp, wearing only your long black boots, your jewelry, your eyes closed, wanting me to take you deep and hard, but I wanted to savor the moment. I stood at the foot of the bed as you moved up the bed and lay your head on the pillow and you bent and spread your legs invitingly. I wanted to enjoy all of you, so I drank your lovely body in with my eyes as I dropped my shirt and pants on the chair you had been sitting on when I arrived, and crawled between your legs. I started with the nape of your neck, a kiss, a gentle bite and kissed your lips once more as you pushed your hips upwards wanting me inside you, but not yet, for I wanted this moment to remain in my thoughts forever. I moved down to your breasts highlighted by the tattoos and nibbled each hard point as you moaned gently. I could smell your passion as you moved your hips. My kisses and lips moved down your belly to your already hard bud and gently bit it. Your voice held no worlds, yet any lover would know that you were ready for more, and I would give you more. I slipped one finger in the oily wetness and felt your G as I licked its hardness and you said softly that you had to pee but I knew it was your G lying to you as I stroked it within. Your voice said many words as you slapped the bed on your first of many orgasms. My ear on your inner thight told me this as I listened to your heart racing. I did not stop, this would be an evening my Gypsy would not forget as I let you catch your breath and brought you to orgasm again and again until you said stop. You were now panting and weak as a furbaby kitten as she lay and panted. I passed you a bottled water from the nightstand and took a deep drink before passing it back. You said she had to use the washroom as I started again, and you flooded the bed as you had another orgasm, no longer caring, and pantingly said enough, you wanted me inside you. I climbed between the warm wetness of the bed and your legs and had no problem sliding deep within. Your eyes opened and looked into mine as you matched stroke for stroke and I could feel your nails rake my back. You took my blade from my boot and made a cut on my shoulder as we became one, and your eyes sparkled as you tasted my blood in a sharp bite as you came again, the blade buried in the wall beside the bed where you flicked it, with a rustle from many bracelets, and your eyes were closed as I let myself go, deep within you. The beast within turns the room red and I can see you laying beneath, thy eyes closed and your heart beating rapidly. I withdrew, and lay beside you, pulling you on your side, your head on my chest. I brushed your golden curls aside and kissed you on the forehead. You slept easily as I gently moved your head to a pillow and covered your wonderful body with the blanket from the second bed. I dressed as you slept, and left the key card next to the remote as I silently left you to wonder if this was a dream....
R. Herne SteelegravePublished 4 years ago in Filthy