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Cherry Poppins & the Grinch Who Stole My Virginity
Virginity: The state or condition of being pure, fresh, or unused. Great definition — not sure how I’d like to describe the pinnacle moment of losing my virginity now that it technically meant I was contaminated, burnt out, blown, depleted, and worn. I was now nothing more but an expended hand-me-down. I lost my virginity, and that makes me damaged goods all of a sudden? I prefer to think of myself as an antique. You know, like a time-honored, skilled veteran. Screw Webster and his dumb dictionary. How typical, doesn’t even know me and already trying to judge me. What gives him the right to appraise me anyhow? Damaged goods, my foot! No one has the right to judge us, nor define us. We define ourselves, and most of the time we are our biggest critics. We know who we are better than anyone else, why do we go out of our way to prove to others that which we already know? I know I’m not damaged goods, but perhaps I felt that way because I lost my virginity pre-maturely and not in the most pleasant of ways. The easiest way of dealing with things is to turn the other way, to bury the memories far away, so as never to deal with them again. The problem is when things are buried alive, they haunt you for eternity. No matter how much time passed, those demons plagued me in some way or another, without me even knowing it, subconsciously. They made their way into every relationship I had, skewed my reality, and took over the reigns of my mind, leaving me powerless in my own skin.
Erika PotapPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 6
JULIE If being in the car with your ex-lover and your new one wasn't awkward, Julie didn't know what was. According to Miguel, shit had hit the fan while the doctors were doing their best to hydrate her with fluids and electrolytes and letting her catch up on some much needed sleep with a sedative. Exhaustion. That's what they chalked all of this up to. From her point of view in the backseat of this rental car, it seemed like Julie wasn't the only one suffering from it.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFirst Time
I couldn't help not thinking about him. His unshaven chiseled chin. His slender yet muscular body. His piercing deep blue eyes. His full, perfect lips that felt so good, no matter where he kissed me. Then his cock, just thinking of it gives me goosebumps and makes my privates wet. After all, he is the one that took my virginity.
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFaults and Cracks
My ventures into the fetish culture started in my young adult years. A friend of mine started dating a girl that invited him to a fetish event that took place in our town. In order to attend this event, she requested that he sign up for an account on FetLife. Like most guys, he read me and my uncle her kinks and asked us if we thought it was normal or if he should go. We advised him that if he joins up on the site it could hinder his social life and maybe corporate life. He signed up for the account either way, attended the event, and saw her for a week more. To him she was perfect, but to her he was the epitome of vanilla with, as he described, “a red bull can sized dick.” His gloating, a coping mechanism to deal with his inability to walk due to disease, got him nowhere with her. He eventually settled down in an Ozzie and Harriet life that felt suitable for him.
Colby BlackPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThrough the Window...
The first time I met you I knew we were going to be good together. We had both had issues. We had loved other people and been treated like rubbish. So we talked online for ages. We discussed everything about our lives. Family, religion, kids. We spent time getting to know each other.
The Proposition Pt 5
I have been Mr. Alexander's personal sex toy for the better part of a month. After the first two weeks, I had given up going home at all. There was no point, I was on call for whenever he wanted me and the man had a healthy appetite. For the last few days, he had been coming home for his lunch hour for quickies in the laundry room, or the bed, or the kitchen counter, and one time in the car when he was in a particular hurry and called me down to meet him in the garage for a back seat romp. After making him wait a week to enter me, he was sure to make up for lost time. This morning before he left for work he informed me that he was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't be coming home but I should stay available just in case. I really had nothing to do, my rent was paid months in advance and all my bills had been paid up. Plus, at the demand of my employer, now that I had a bank account set up there was no need to leave, I could do all of my shopping and pay all of my utilities online. I had made myself completely available. I sit in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, casually skimming through the pages of the abandoned newspaper, when my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I answer it anyway. "Hello?" I am met with the familiar voice of Mr. Alexander's assistant Kayleigh. "Hello, Elizabeth? I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Alexander has requested that you join him for lunch today in at his office." I'm at a loss for words. Do people know what we do? How do I introduce myself? Am I his escort... his whore...his girlfriend? "Like where he works?" She doesn't hide her laughter. "Yes, here... where he works. He wants you to be here at 2 o'clock, please don't be late." I agree and she cheerfully ends the call, "Okay, I will put you on the schedule and see you at 2." I check my phone, it's only noon so I have time to get take a shower and get ready. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore so I dump the remaining bowl of cereal down the drain and head to my room to get ready. I rummage through my closet and pull out a little black dress with a zipper down the back and a pair of black heels to match. After pairing my jewelry, I walk over to the drawers containing my panties and lingerie. Keeping with the business theme, I pull out a pair of black stockings and the garter and bra and panties that go with them. Mr. Alexander had chosen the ensemble the night I was cleared for intercourse. He had me crawl around in it before fucking my brains out; I hoped for the same results today. I take a quick shower and fix my hair, apply my makeup and hop into my outfit when right on queue, Cornelius knocks on my door. "Miss, we must go now or you'll be late," I shout my acknowledgment as I give myself one more go over in the mirror, a few moments later we are in the car and pulling into traffic. My stomach is in knots the way it was when I was first brought to his apartment, I am part nervous part ready to cum. In the three years of being a prostitute, I had never come. Most likely because I never enjoyed it. It was just a job, a way to survive, never anything pleasurable or desired. I wanted him, I needed him to an extent. Beyond the money and the upgrade on life, my body ached for him. Smelling his cologne when he left for work in the morning made my pussy wet and come 6 o'clock, I would sit like a trained dog and wait eagerly for him to come home. I wouldn't say I was necessarily in love with him, I was in love with the way I would feel after one of our hour-long fuck sessions. My body felt like there was electricity coursing through my veins. I felt as if I could conquer the world, I felt confident and sexy and valuable, and everything I didn't feel whoring around for next to nothing.
V.E SandersPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThat Time with Belly Dancer
“How you love your precious guilt...” - Lestat de Lioncourt. I remember seeing him on Facebook, he added me a week before I came to this party. I saw him across the room, watching him through a mirror. He danced exquisitely to the music and I was tempted to join him.
Ashara ArmandPublished 6 years ago in FilthyTinderella
It all started, ironically, when I joined Tinder. Made a profile, swiped right a few times. I chatted with some guys. But one dude stood out from all the others. I remember the first thing he said to me was "If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?" I said something lame but the point is he caught my attention.
Laura RodriguezPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 5
ANGELINA "I can't do this anymore." Angelina stated, determined to put an end to her indiscretions with Dolly and free herself of the internal agony her guilty conscious had been putting her through, while Dolly cleaned the outside of her boat. It was the middle of the day, the scorching heat was unbearable and Angie could feel the physical and emotional fatigue wearing her body down.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in Filthy15 Gifts Every Gay Man Wants This Holiday Season
Ah, the holidays. It’s the time of year when everyone gets together and gives gifts to loved ones, friends, and neighbors. Most of the time, people have a decent idea of what they should give, but it’s never quite on point. (That’s how Aunt Irma ended up giving you those awful socks last year, right?)
Rowan MarleyPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLearning to Ride
I have to watch my girlfriend ride horses. It is dull, I won’t lie to you. I’m not one for standing around, listening to some high and mighty bitch bark orders at my girl telling her to sit up straight, she’s not doing it quite right, etc., etc. It makes her feel inferior—useless, even, and this results in us driving home in silence. We then have a row, the Sunday is ruined, more so by the fact that the day before she would have joined me at the football, which is always way better. It pains her to admit it, but we always have a really great time at the games. I have asked her to drop the riding lessons countless times, but my Suzy is not a quitter and she will not give up until she has mastered whatever new-fangled idea she has jumped on.
Ava SheridonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFantasy
Watching her lay there, sleeping naked, in my bed. Absolutely breathtaking. Especially after the incredible night we had last night. Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face. I never thought I would have that kind of experience with another woman. I always fantasized about what we did, and to finally have done it was mesmerizing.
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in Filthy