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I was fucked many times at a Sex party!
"What would you like for your birthday?" I asked her. We sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, half way through our meal. We came to The Bull often. It was our favourite restaurant. The food was always marvellous and they had an impeccable wine list. But it was more than this. The Bull was an old manor house with exposed beams, thick walls and uneven floors. The windows were small and leaded and the whole place oozed many centuries of history. The staff were discrete and because of the layout of the place, we always got the privacy we craved. It was like a wonderland for us. Here we loved to discuss the most intimate parts of our life and we did so, regularly, with raw delight.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ 4 years ago in Filthy
POV: Serve Me On A Banquet Table (Part 2)
If you haven't read Part 1, you really should; ;) https://vocal.media/filthy/pov-serve-me-on-a-banquet-table-part-1 Several men and women begin stripping you as you struggle to reach the scene before you. From the corner of my eye, I watch you in your frenzy trying to fend off the bodies on you. I smirk and continue to moan from the pleasure of the other waiters that have all joined us.
By Maid To Order4 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN A CHANGE OF LIFE It was a cold day when the CEO of the company announced the company was shutting down. There was total silence as everyone was thinking of how they were going to pay their heating bill this winter. I was fortunate than most having a military pension. I looked over at you and saw tears in your eyes. Your husband just divorced you and moved away and now this. I walk over to give you a hug and tell you, “I am here for you and will help anyway I can”. You throw your arms around me and hold on as you begin to cry. The Human Resource manager takes the podium and starts to talk about the severance package. The corporation that bought the company wanted to cheat the employees, but the Human Resource manager got an attorney involved and got a nice severance for everyone. We were to receive six months’ pay and benefits after the closure. The judge took care of us because we are in an economically depressed area of the country and he felt it would take extra-long to transition to new employment. I whisper in your ear, “It is going to be OK “as I squeeze your hand”. Papers are passed out for everyone to sign saying that they accept the terms of the severance and then the meeting is adjourned. I take your hand and say, “Let me take you to lunch”. You smile and say, “OK but somewhere nice”. I look you and say,” Is Fleming’s nice enough”. You look at me in disbelief as Fleming’s was a very upscale restaurant that Congressmen frequented. I look at you and say, “Come on you deserve it”. You follow me in your car as we take the road down to the riverfront area. I pull into Fleming’s parking lot and took notice of a greatly reduced lunch crowd and thinking, “This is not good”. We follow the waitress to our table and sit overlooking the boats going up and down the river. I order a bottle of wine and we toast to better times ahead as we clink our glasses. We both order steak and eat it slowly talking in between bites. We have been friends for a long time yet had never really dated. I helped you and was there for you all through your divorce yet there seemed to be this wall between us. I was so happy and felt so good because I could sense that the wall had come down and you are comfortable and not on guard with me. We talked and finished the bottle of wine and the waitress asks, “Will there be anything else”. I look at you and you shake your head meaning you do not want desert. I look at the waitress and say, “That will be all please bring the check”. I hand my card to the waitress and she walks over to the computer to run it. I say, “well we do not have to go back to work”. Suddenly I sense that the wall is back up as you blurt out,” I have to pick up my son from school” and I reply,” May I meet him”. I sense you squirm as you say, “Today is not a good day. I give you a hug and say,” If you need anything just call me”. We quietly walk out to our cars and go our separate ways.
By John Harrington4 years ago in Filthy
Pussy Target: A Dart to My Heart for Sanity and Art
A dart stabs straight into my heart whenever Eva and Virginia show me their naked breasts, or spread legs, pussy lips moist and ready. There is no Disney or Marvel Comic fantasy here. This is tangible reality, solid and smooth as a bowling ball. My cock gets thick, and I ache to spurt cream for my girls, my hot, naked, tangible, human, living, breathing, cheerful, aromatic girls. No video entertainment, no known digital art is as good as the real thing, the Coca-Cola on ice in a desert of trivial nonsense. Yes. That is what we get most of the time, from most of our expensive 21st Century entertainments: A desert of trivial nonsense.
By Roscoe Forthright4 years ago in Filthy