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Recovery
One cold, wet and windy night, I was driving along a narrow winding road. Trees and hedges lined both sides with the occasional gap for farmers to access their fields. It was the early hours and there was no-one else around. I was not going very fast due to the restricted view ahead. I had my main beam on knowing that I would see lights coming the other way, when all of a sudden there was nothing. The lights died, shortly followed by the engine. I came to a gradual stop in the entrance to a field and put the handbrake on. I tried the hazard lights but everything was dead.
Lucy Lilithian BrownPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMe vs The Monster D
I met “Monster D” online. I can’t say I was looking for anything in particular, just knew I was bored and lonely. Let me be the first to say that is a bad combination. But I digress. See, I was upset about a “significant other” cheating and getting someone pregnant. I guess you can say I just wanted some attention. And needless to say, “Monster D” was giving it to me. After a few hours of conversation, we decided to meet. My family was coming in town for Thanksgiving, so it was a “late night” meeting. But then, I got a call about making money and that will always come first. Monster D called and said he was in town and could we at least meet. I agreed and we set a location. I was nervous as hell! I pull up to the meeting spot and he gets out of this car you would expect a high school girl to get out of. But what I saw kinda over shadowed the car that he was too damn big to be in! Honey, he had a monster in his pants. And apparently he did not have on any underwear. It wasn’t even at attention and was speaking to me! I tried to focus on his face but I couldn’t. I kept looking down! He noticed and laughed, but he knew what the hell he was doing. I finally break my gaze at his monster and finally pay attention to him and we hug and laugh. I tell him to let me go make this money and if it’s not too late, I’ll swing by. We hug again and walk away. All the way to my location and while doing hair, he texted and we talked and laughed. I brought up that monster he brought with him and he thought that was hilarious. I, on the other hand was dead ass serious. By the time I finished hair, it was too late and I was too tired. We texted until I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up wanting some “Monster D”, so I texted asking about it. He sent the address and I was on the way. I arrive and he instantly starts kissing me. I mean kissing me as if we were in a full on relationship. The thought of it was a down right turn on, however, his breath tasted nasty. Don’t laugh! So I instantly stop and allow him to kiss my neck. Before I knew it, my clothes, well my dress was off! I purposely didn’t wear a bra or any panties! Again, I was on a mission! He laid me down on the bed and ate my cukies like a batch of “fresh out the oven chocolate chip cookies”. And my juices were the milk.
Love MeTruePublished 4 years ago in FilthyLet Me Rim You
We were lying in bed together on a lazy Sunday when Ella said it to me. Those words that changed everything. She leaned close and whispered them in my ear.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 4 years ago in FilthySkin and Wood; The Best Cure for Workplace Stress
“Can you come over this evening?” I tried to sound cool as I said it. “Sure, I’ve got nothing on,” Tim said. “About two hours work for you?”
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 4 years ago in FilthyBDSM Mentors and Protectors
So I wanted to write this post for those who were curious about what these people did and if they need one or both. I also wanted to write this for my mentee to teach them what I should (and could) do for them. I will be putting in what I know and what others around me know into this post. So let's get started — there's a lot to cover.
Lena BaileyPublished 4 years ago in FilthyFrom Pool Boy To Cabana Man
If you can withstand eighty percent humidity with temperatures in the eighty's year-round except for during the rainy season I have the most excellent place for you to visit. It's at my place in the Maldives. The weather is breathtaking every day of the year. The water is just right. Sand tickling your toes. The beaches are pristine white and golden sands much like the bodies down here. Everyone has nice golden suntans. There's not a body down here that has bikini lines. Everyone is beautiful in all shapes and sizes. It's the perfect place to be. The food is ethnically a little different but still has similar tastes as to that as of being in America.
Casey KellerPublished 4 years ago in FilthyForbidden Fantasies
Let me start by saying, my doctor is fine ass fuck! Brow skinned, 6’3”… maybe 6’4”. Hell, I don’t know for real, all I know is that he’s tall. He’s got gorgeous brown eyes. Big hands and big feet. So that means he’s gotta have a big dick, right? I would love to find out. I have never seen him with a ring on his finger. Every time I go, I always get this vibe that he’s feeling me but he wants to be professional.
Ashley FairconnetuePublished 4 years ago in FilthyMasquerade
Imagine for a moment if you will, a masquerade ball and we are both in attendance but separately. You see a voluptuous woman in a deep burgundy gown which accentuates her full bosom, then falls away from the waist in folds and folds of satin. Her black mask highlighted with the same burgundy trim, and burgundy feathers out to the side. she moves with swan like grace across the floor towards you. A smile creeps across her full red lips, as she leans past you, her perfume intoxicating you. Her long hair brushes against your arm and all your other senses awaken. She picks up 2 glasses of champagne and passes 1 to you, then takes your hand and leads you out of the room. You watch as she walks in front you of, the swell of her hips swaying, is hypnotic to you. You take a deep drink of the champagne which only goes more to build on the already heightened senses. She leads you to the stairs and you place your glass on the table as you go by. You hand then snakes round her waist and she slaps the hand away playfully. You notice now that the back of her dress scoops down to just above the bum and there is no sign of a bra. You reach a landing on the stairs as they curve round, and you again try to grab at her waist. She turns and places a hand on your chest, then kisses you deeply before turning away again. She giggles and starts up the next set of steps, this time going a little faster. Her glass has gone, and her other hand lifts the skirt of her dress to enable faster movement. As she bends to gather the skirt, her breasts swell under the pressure, which makes you catch your breath. Your anticipation rises as you near the top of the stairs and she darts down a corridor away from the crowd. She finds an empty room and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you. She pulls you in close and wraps her arms around you, kissing you deeply. Her plump lips parting and letting her tongue slip into your mouth softly. She gently pushes into you allowing her chest to press against yours. You move closer to the lavish four-poster situated in the centre of the opulent bedroom. As your legs brush against the bed, she pushes harder, forcing you down onto the firm mattress. She slowly bends to lift her skirt and you see her chest rising and falling with heavy breath. She runs her hands over her skirts and grabs the hem. slowly she lifts, and her feet and calves are clad in supple black leather. The heels looking like diamonds glistening in the light. As the skirts raise higher the leather continues over the knee and ends just short of the stocking tops. The belt holding them up is leather weaved with burgundy lace. The matching pants barely cover her, and you notice the co-ordinating Basque peeping out. She tells you to get on the floor. You slide off the bed and sit learning against it. She places a foot on your shoulder and demands you tend to it. You start by lovingly caressing her leg then turn your attention to her foot. You lick and suck the toes before she tells you to lick the heal. It is both rough and smooth and sends the all familiar urges downstairs. You start getting excited and from nowhere she slaps you with a riding crop across the shoulder, ordering you to slow down. This sends more signals, but you urge yourself not to show it. She tells you to stop and leans forward just so she is out of reach, but you can smell her excitement too. She swiftly moves the gusset over, places a hand on the back of your head and pulls you in to taste her. You start slowly licking at her bud when she grinds her mound onto you. A trickle of juice escapes her onto your tongue and it drives you harder in your attempts to bring her off. The low guttural moans escaping from her, proves you are doing a good job, but then she pulls away. She roughly shoves down her skirts and commands you to get back on the bed. You sit back on it and she pushes you down again, so you are flat on the bed. She places her hands behind her and undoes the skirt which drops to the floor. She is then standing there in her small panties and her boned bodice from her gown, stockings etc. she asks you nicely to lay across the bed, and gently slips each hand into a cuff already attached to the bed. She then walks round and does the same with your feet. After this she climbs on the bed with you and straddles you. Her knees sat either side of your hips and she is pushing down on your groin. The stirrings now are uncontrollable, and she rubs herself along the ridge of your trousers. She can feel you growing and twitching as you whimper about wanting to be released. She laughs naughtily and undoes your belt and trousers. She roughly pulls them down along with your pants and you spring free at last. She runs the back of her hand over your swelling cock then uses her nails to tickle it too. This she does a few times before lowering her head to lick the underside. She slowly opens her mouth and takes you inside. You struggle to hold back the moans as she takes you deep in her mouth. She users her hand to stroke the base and balls, making you flinch each time she does it. After a few minutes of this, she lifts her head, leans forward and kisses you again. You can taste each other’s juices and you long to be inside her. As she straddles you once more, she opens the hooks that hold her bodice on and releases her ample breasts, lift each in turn to lick her own nipples. You strain against the shackles and again she laughs. She then lifts herself up, takes hold of your now fully erect cock and places it between the lips of her pussy. Slowly she lowers down and you shudder with excitement. She slowly starts to rock back and forth, allowing you to enter deeper and deeper. You can feel how tight and wet she is around you, and you close your eyes fighting the urge to take over. You know this is for her satisfaction and you are more than happy to let her do her stuff. her movements get faster and faster until she is riding you as hard as she can. She pinches her nipples to slow down her own climax. Soon you feel her grip on you tighten and you know it will be soon that she cums. You allow yourself to relax fully as the pace is now getting full on and you both grunt hard as you cum together. She collapses on top of you and you want to hold her, but you are still bound. She lies there for a few minutes before she rolls off you and releases the cuffs still holding you. You stand up and hold her close your naked bodies glistening in sweat.
Lucy Lilithian BrownPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMan Interrupted
Is there anything better than an afternoon nap on a lazy Sunday afternoon? Ok, a few things, but not many. It’s pure luxury. You’ve allowed yourself to relax after a long week of work, you’ve had an active, fun-filled Saturday so there’s no guilt about taking Sunday slow. You got up late, you’ve had a gigantic Sunday brunch, then what bliss it is to sneak off upstairs to climb into a warm, waiting bed for an hour or so.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 4 years ago in FilthyForbidden Fantasies
It all started with a glance. The feel of your breath against the back of my neck instantly make the hairs stand straight up. I get a tingle between my legs as you slowly and softly run your fingers up the side of my leg. You turn me around and sit me on top of the dining room table. Like magnets, our mouths connect and sends a charge through my body. You spread my legs and gently begin to play with my clit. As you do, my pussy gets wet and starts to drip on the table. I slide my hand into your sweatpants and pull out your throbbing dick. Just feeling you throb makes my mouth water, but before I could lean over to wrap my lips around your dick, you push me up towards the middle of the table, spread my legs even wider, and insert your tongue deep into my pussy. Your face is so deep in, you almost drown in my juices. My legs start to tremble and I grab on to the back of your head while I fuck your face. “You’re not coming up for air until I’m ready for you to come up. “
Ashley FairconnetuePublished 4 years ago in FilthyWhat Never Was
Chapter 1 It was a new year and the final one for High Schooler, Nick Morass. He was a seventeen year old senior and he was ready to graduate and move on to college. Nick lived in Sanctum, Missouri. The city was thirty minutes south of St Louis. Nick finishes his hair and grabs his keys to his 2018 Jeep Wrangler.
Kol MikaelsonPublished 4 years ago in Filthylove.break up.passion.sex.chance?
You were cold and avoided me since you have broken my heart. As far as I have to stay the part of your family, you have many chances to show it to me. Family dinner, random meetings... you just abominate to sit next to me. You are polite. Very polite. But i can see it in your eyes, in your moves. I hate it. You are nice and nervous and I feel like i would be the last human, you ever wanna see, talk to, touch, love? You still call me 'Baby'in spite of I am not your baby anymore.Of course you do it accidentally and I got it, but it is annoying, it hurts. YOU wanted to be friends, because 'we were really good friends before'and now YOU can't deal with it.