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Hypnotizing a New Slave
The spiral turned. Endlessly it spun, pulling her eyes deep, pulling her mind down, down, down. Once, she had been conscious of words, but now they simply flowed into her. Deeper. Sexier. Her breath was quick and her mind was blank. Deeper. Obedient. Her pussy throbbed with need as her bare thighs became wet. They were rubbing together independent of her will, independent of her control.
Rhea CorvosPublished 4 years ago in FilthyCaffeine and Sugar
Black coffee just wouldn't cut it today. "May I have a mocha please?" I ask looking somewhere between his ear and eye, then looking immediately at something else. I have learned not to look into their eyes, unless Daddy said I could. Mmmm yes, mocha! I needed something with a bit of flavor in it today. We don't have days like these very often. In the middle of my indulgent thoughts, he slides his hand around the back of my neck, and rubs my left shoulder a bit before he says, "Make that two." That is his way of showing he is proud of me. He pays, seats me, and returns to the counter to wait for our coffees. When he returns, we start talking about our day: that new place we went for lunch, the get-together we are having tonight, and how hard it is to get the dog to tell the difference between grass and carpet. You know, the basics. The other customers have slowly left. The owner begins to close the blinds and lock the doors, like usual. She smiles at us. "Take your time, no rush. I will be here for a while." Daddy nods, and I go to the counter where I ask her if she is hiring. My full lips covered in a pretty nude pink are only the start of it. She laughs and says, "Oh, I think we just might be. Other than coming here every Saturday, do you have any experience?" as she puts her elbows on the counter, laying her hands across the top of it. I can't help but watch her movements. Slow, purposeful. I start to lean in a bit, and then I pause. Slowly, a look of disappointment crosses my face. My eyes drop to the counter, then I proceed to tell her, "He said that I would need experience to work here, but I didn't believe him."
COG:m(ini)
© 2019, Made in DNA + + + COG:m(ini) is a work-in-progress sample of the first chapter of the novella COG. This passage and the final novella may differ. It may also contain errors.
Made in DNAPublished 4 years ago in FilthyFucking Your Girl in the Arse
Your girl doesn’t take it there, does she? She’s a good girl. That’s what she tells you, anyway. But then you don’t do it like I do.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 4 years ago in Filthy“Want to Come over and Watch Porn on My Flat Screen Mirror?”
I have grown to love working out and being in the health and wellness industry. Trainers are amazing to me. All of them! The dedication they have is unbelievable, although I do believe the dedication is in part because of their profession, but they do definitely have a different mindset and certain disciplines not all people have. Most of their bodies are amazing, both men and women! Now, I’m not the fittest chick, but I do have some beautiful natural curves that took awhile for me to appreciate, thanks to my mama! Now that I’m completely confident in my own body, I love myself even more. Looking back at when I was younger and having sex, I realized my sexual tendencies were nothing to brag about. I was very insecure about myself and wasn’t confident about my body. It’s crazy looking back at younger years and thinking I was fat! I wasn’t fat, I just wasn’t model skinny. If I would have known that having confidence = better sex, I would have worked on myself years ago HAHA. All I’m saying is please love yourself! Do whatever it takes to get confident. It will get you so much further than thinking you aren’t good enough, and once you become confident with what you have been given, I promise you that you will have the best sex you will ever have!
Insatiable-nessPublished 4 years ago in FilthyTwo Uber Drivers Collide and Need the Jaws of Life
Joe wasn't your typical uber driver. He was thoughtful and caring and thought about others before his own needs. He was an athletic guy, he had broad shoulders, strong arms and abs well defined to be a Herculean statue. Standing at six feet even he patiently waited for the gal that he had bought uber decals for her vehicle.
Casey KellerPublished 4 years ago in FilthyA Little Bit More Than Just Yoga
I had been going to yoga class for a few months. My life was proving to be super stressful and I needed something to relax and make me feel like I was at least trying to look after myself. I loved the class: I left full of energy but relaxed each time and feeling at peace with myself. I had made a few friends with whom I sometimes went to a bar after the class. One of the recurring topics we talked about on those nights was the affair we were 100% sure the yoga instructor and a personal trainer were having. He used to come at the same time each session to train with his customer right in front of our transparent walls. We were sure he stayed for a few hours afterward too, just with a different company. We spotted the looks they shot each other when he passed by our room when only the glass walls and their duties as gym employees separated them. We also saw that he stayed waiting by the lockers when we were all filing down the hallway to shower and go back home. Our class was the last of the day, so we were always debating if they just directly went to one of their apartments, or if they would have dinner together first if their neighbors would hear them...
Clementine LipsPublished 4 years ago in FilthyFifty Shades of Red
They met in an online dating site and chatted for about a week then decided to meet and see where this online dating thing could lead. Steve, a cpa, nervous as about as a cat in room full of rocking chairs was anxious, he hadn't dated anyone since the death of his wife five years ago. Linda, a shy, bashful, reserved librarian, hoping Steve wasn't like all the other men out there who were full of lies and marriages.
Casey KellerPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMeeting
I was not expecting you to be as handsome as you were. You were taller than I imagined, your features more dynamic, your eyes alight. They gave me butterflies.
Doctor Mister LadyPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMistress
I’d been waiting at the window for almost three minutes. I watched you approach along the pavement; your stride giving away your sense of excitement. What had to happen next was going to break my heart.
Doctor Mister LadyPublished 4 years ago in FilthyDJ Hypno's Harem Tactic
The club was packed. Sadie couldn't remember being in a place that was so exhilarating. But wasn't that just perfect? She was 21, and having her first nightclub experience! She hoped she'd dressed right. She'd ripped her tightest T-shirt across the boobs to show off both her impressive cleavage, and her taste in music. Maybe the Daisy Dukes were a little much, but the boys didn't seem to mind. Sadie batted her eyes at one, and received her first free drink. She smiled as she lifted her margarita to him, but the sip made her grimace. She hadn't known what else to order, but anything had to taste better than this!
Rhea CorvosPublished 4 years ago in FilthyThe Party: Chapter 4—Andy McGuire
Yes, this is political. I offer you trigger warnings for language and sexual and racist slurs and comments. Future episodes may also contain rape, abuse, and other unpleasant things.
Connie CockrellPublished 4 years ago in Filthy