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Part I: Hot Summer Bods in Womens Sports & Fitness
Did somebody say something about a "quarantine 15? These ladies have stayed fit and are inspiring others to become healthier mentally and physically. This the first installment of "Hot Summer Bods in Womens Sports & Fitness." We will run this series throughout the summer. Meet our first six amazing women!
Winners OnlyPublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe Love Trap
The week drags by is interminably for Samantha...seriously, how much harder can her life get? She’s basically freaked out the day Blake caught her ogling his penis and now she is trying to deal with the proximity of living so close to her sexual harassment victim.
Ebony RosePublished 4 years ago in FilthyChronicles of a Professional and a Whore
No sex in this one but I promise part 2 will be good! I hope you all enjoyed my little escapade with Nathan. I am happy that I could help him in ways he had never known possible. This next empowerment session did not go as I planned. Not at all. But it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t talk about the empowerment I received as well. Let me tell you about someone who gave me what I craved, everyone meet Jamal.
Gynesis RevealsPublished 4 years ago in FilthyRoom 305
Click*, the sound the door made. The deluxe suite made her believe she was partly in the garden of eden but also partly cloud nine. Rose petals scattered from the entrance of the door way, leading onto the California king, illustrating a heart in the middle of the bed. They wined and dined earlier in the evening and it had also been their fifth date. Interestingly enough, there was an aged record player with a vinyl on it in the living area, collected in dust almost looking somewhat discolored.
How having an orgy changed my life- and how it can change yours too.
Imagine a 12 years old girl who constantly tries to masturbate through her trousers, in class, at school, at home, on the floor, with her foot, with table legs, with slightly older and ugly friends, watching drawings of hentai girls that she discovered through playing a puzzle online.
Oliva BaronPublished 4 years ago in FilthyVic Fuentes Smut
SMUT WARNING "Y/n can you come in here?" Vic calls out from his office. I get up walk to him and lean on the doorway. "Yes?" I ask and continue to lean at the doorway.
Swingers and roundabouts
The party is in full swing. Well, as full swing as this kind of swinger's house party is likely to get, you think to yourself. You take another swig of your vodka and coke, and survey the room with your eyes, noticing everything, missing nothing. It is lively enough. Just the usual imbalance - as usual - of men and women. Many more single men than anyone else, prowling around, or hanging back shyly at the edges of the large main room. You clock the host, a well-dressed, attractive man who offers you a smile and a raise of his glass, to which you offer one in return.
Karen CavePublished 4 years ago in FilthyFallen Deep
Mo: Rushing into the hospital behind the medics, they were talking to the nurses and doctors. Panic grew in my gut shanking as I dialed Rac’s and Jerry’s numbers for a group call.
Habby GracPublished 4 years ago in FilthyAvenues: Ch. 8
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel seeing my father for the first time since the day they locked him up for good. I didn’t feel the familiar rage I’d been carrying around all these years. Pity was also not part of the equation as I watched the guards haul him into the visiting area and push him down onto the table as they un-cuffed him. I was numb from head to toe. I believe this is what Susie would call a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let a single word this man would say get to me today. I couldn’t take anything personal. I was here for one thing and one thing only. I needed information and that was all this needed to be. A cordial transaction.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 4 years ago in FilthyFallen Deep
My brain was too busy racing between Bash and Gun, that I didn’t get any work done, and lines were starting to run together. This was our last reversal for the last episode tomorrow. I’m not sure where Gun and I stand and also what about Bash?
Habby GracPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMy search for a sub part 2
So these are more of the stories from my search for a sub. I forgot some stuff and there is more stupid in the world of BDSM. If you have not yet read part one please do so now.
Lena BaileyPublished 4 years ago in FilthyDream State Part One
Chapter One: Dream Or Reality. It always starts with a late night, or should I call it early morning? My head lays upon the soft pillow while my eyes stay wide open watching the darkness that seems to swirl and shift around my room, I honestly can not say how long I have laid here trying to drift into sleep I seem to have lost my sense of time. I truly can't sleep, I can merely just lay here watching the moonlight as it shines though a gap of the curtains that cover my bedroom window sheltering from the most of the moonlight and although it seems quite and calm in the street below, there is the odd sound in the distant which seems to be the roar of a car engine rushing down the main road. A car that was probably filled with late night Friday drinkers returning home from their nights activity's, perhaps they will all get to sleep with their merry aid of alcohol. My mind is swimming with the thoughts of everything that has happened from the night before, as if it is a haunting memory. In truth I'm scared it will happen again but I'm not even sure if it was real to beginning with, yet my legs are still shaking and my skin still tingles from touch of your fingers that seemed to dance across my flesh. Let alone every kiss from your lips that showed tender care yet a devilish desire, with the whispers from your voice like a tigers purr in my ear dream and pleasurable, but still my mind questions how could it be real and how could it not. Even if it was all just a dream, it must be real to some extent and in some strange unearthly way. My mind can not stop thinking of your fingers and how they felt like electricity, they sent shook waves across my skin that seemed to resonate though every cell of my body. Every shiver was a cool, empathic and lustful bite that seemed to linger for hours on end and I suspect could of linger for days, yet I am scared to return to the land of dreams, I'm scared to encounter you once again. However as the night draws on my eyes are become heavy as I watch the moonlight dance across the celling of my dark room, my mind is still swimming with every image reply over with every detail of the dream the night before, it is like a never ending film replaying over and over again.
Alixzandra WisemanPublished 4 years ago in Filthy