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How to Talk to Your Girlfriend About Threesomes
Ah, the threesome. It's one of those sex acts that is often talked about, and rarely done in real life. Most guys assume that threesomes are something that are totally off the table when they're in a relationship, but that's not necessarily the case.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 1
SANTANA Santana Davis, or currently known as Mrs. Santana Martinez, twisted the ends of her curls as she stared at her new husband who was too engrossed in reading the newspaper to notice. The bright rays coming from the sun were beaming through their opened windows, bringing life into their quiet room. She'd never been married before, but she couldn't imagine it was supposed to be this boring. They were on their honeymoon and they were supposed to be getting complaints from the other guests over how loud their sex noises were, not basking in the silence that was slowly killing her.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyDiscovering Who I Truly Am
Hi, I'm Nate. I'm just a normal 15-year-old who does normal 15-year-old things: I watch Netflix, I eat (a lot), I sleep (a lot), and I also happen to be gay. To me, my sexuality doesn't define who I am; it is just an aspect of who I am. But anyway, that's not what today's story is. Today’s story revolves around my journey of self-discovery.
Nate ChrisleyPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Proposition Finale
It has been a full year since I had met Mr. Alexander in the subway. A year of great sex in compromising positions and public locations. A year of arriving places in private cars and watching my bank account climb to a comfortable place. A year of erotic memories and yet I know as much about Mr. Alexander now as I had a year ago. I did know, however, that I only felt about him what one would feel about their boss. There was absolutely no romantic connection at all. We fucked, screwed, got laid; we didn't make love. As the year had progressed, Mr. Alexander's tone did improve. He would often begin sentences with "if you're not too busy" or "if you don't mind" rather than barking out commands the way he had before. To wrap up our relationship, we were cordial when our clothes were on and sexual soulmates when they came off. I was unsure what the end of the year meant. Was I only on contract for a year or was it more permanent until he settled down into an actual relationship? I had been paying for my apartment while I stayed here just in case so I wasn't too worried but if I could keep this thing going for a little while longer I was going to do what I could. Me. Alexander thought it best that I stay the Thanksgiving holiday with my family to "maintain appearances." It was great spending a whole week with my parents and other family members but I would be lying if I said toward the end I wasn't more than happy to get back. My loins ached for him and I began having withdrawals from not cumming in such a long period of time. He had definitely been feeling the same; when I got back he fucked me so hard and for so long, I had to soak to take the swelling off of my sore pussy. So when I got back I agreed eagerly to spend the Christmas holiday with him. I didn't know how this thing worked. Not just because he hired me, but buying gifts for anyone in general. I was unsure if I was supposed to even give him a gift, I didn't even know if he would be getting me anything, but after some careful thought, I decided to go for it. He has changed my life completely around, that's gift enough. I go and wash up and get dressed and head for the store I've found on the internet that sells the type of gift I have in mind.
V.E SandersPublished 6 years ago in FilthyNot So Casual Encounter
We both agreed it would be just casual. No strings. Little did we both know that it turned out the way it had. The text finally came in. He was waiting downstairs for me. Craigslist was perfect for those lonely moments where you need to let loose. We didn’t exchange pictures. Set it up that way so we wouldn’t have to worry about getting too attached. Instead we treated this like a one-night stand. Only problem, my best friend had not left like he promised. Kevin didn’t know who this person was coming over. I was too embarrassed to let him know my intentions. We aren’t the type of friends to keep things from each other. But I have not ever done anything like this. I was as he called, “a good girl prude.” By no means am I a virgin. I just preferred to have dated a guy a few months before letting it get that far. To be honest I haven’t had sex for two years. Had relationships that failed before we made it to the bedroom. Suffice to say I was more than willing to throw my morals away for fifteen minutes of pleasure.
Jessica MontgomeryPublished 6 years ago in FilthyJingle Bed Rock (Part 1)
Christmas has always brought out the erotic side of me. The cold weather, romantic scenes in Christmas movies and the sensual gift ideas do not make it any better. This is something that Levar knew and understood. With his high sex drive and my sensual prowess being in heat despite the cold temperatures, things were going to be rocking around the Christmas tree, under the mistletoe, and in the bedroom.
Merlin MystiquePublished 6 years ago in Filthy10 Reasons Why You Should Follow Riley Reid on Snapchat
If you are a fan of adult films, then you probably already know who Riley Reid is. Right now, she's one of the hottest adult film stars in the circuit—and she's rapidly climbing into the world of mainstream fame world because of oth her looks and awesome personality.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie (The Ending)
ANGELINA Her anxiety was at an all time high as she checked her phone again for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Was her father not going to show? Did he even want to mend fences and move on?
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLiquid Courage
Something about that Friday night out with the girls seemed different. It was the kind of thing that you looked back on later in life and recognized as the moment that everything began. Everything changed. But that night I was just excited to unwind after a hectic week and spend time with the girls. Then I met you. The first time I saw you I was standing at the bar. You were near the crowded dance floor. You stood out and it wasn't because of your 6'7'' stature. There was a glow about you. A jolt shot through my body that I rarely experienced but I immediately knew meant trouble. I brushed it off as just being horny and went back to the dance floor with my girls. You never left my peripheral. Not ready to go home when the lights brightened signaling the end of the happy hour my girls and I decided to club hop. I lost you in the crowd. While I was excited to be with my girls, I was disappointed that I didn't have the pleasure of hearing your voice. Or seeing the way your lips looked when they formed my name. A missed opportunity. After dancing until our feet hurt the ladies and I decided to call it a night. Ears ringing from standing to close to the speakers and already starting to feel the effects of the bottles of Ciroc that we enjoyed, we stopped at the nearest gas station for some Advil. Just like in those cheesily, predictable romantic comedies you were there when I wobbled out of the gas station. I think that it was a mixture of the alcohol induced bravado, and not wanting you to slip away again, that gave me the courage to walk up to you. "I saw you in Rain earlier. I just wanted you to know that I think you are hot! Thats it! Have a good night!" 5...4...3...2..."Wait!" you say. "Bingo!" I turned around with a huge smile. "Whats your name?"' you ask. "Bianca and yours?" "Dominic." I checked your car and saw that you were all alone, not with the crowd of guys I saw you with at the club. "Ladies, I'm going home with Dominic!" I got in your truck and fastened my seatbelt as you exchanged information with my girls. Vivian flashed her taser, and Kaithlyn opened the trunk to display her widow-maker. They were my best friends, I expected nothing less from them. "Dominic," I called to you before my little thugs scared you away. "Let's go!" You got in the car looked over at me and said, "This is happening right now! You know that right?" I was in the moment. I wanted this and I wanted you. I simply nodded.
Mister ReePublished 6 years ago in FilthyOne Night
The look that he gave me sent chills all over my body. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. He smiled at me and I started to melt.
Bobbi CombsPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHigh Altitude
Tent: check. Bags packed: check. Stunning female companion: check. Today was going to be an immense day for John. Today he would be ambling towards the dizzy heights of Everest, his biggest challenge yet. Man he was looking forward to the view. By view, yes, he could mean the panoramic blue skies and landscape, but ultimately, it would be the vision of her, Catalina, fully kitted out in her mountain gear ready for the climb of her life; her long-awaited ascent to oblivion.
Ava SheridonPublished 6 years ago in FilthySex Tears
Red roses. The universal symbol of passionate love. Tonight my boyfriend gave me three. One for each year we have been together. For the next couple of hours, work is nonexistent in our minds. The goal: bask in each other's glow in front of a scrumptious pasta dish. Dressed up, him in a shirt and tie and me in a skirt and fishnet stockings, we make our way to an Italian restaurant.
Miss ChaosPublished 6 years ago in Filthy