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My First Time
It's funny how life works out. I was in the middle of writing a post about my old friend, detailing the first time we met, on through to us hooking up. However, that is not how this post will go. Yes, I have been jilted. Yes, I was upset all of this initially happened, but I am not now and just want to share my hilarious first-time story.
Midnight Wishes
You know what I want … That unexplainable feeling of being embraced by you. That naughty sensation of you removing my clothes layer by layer. I like it when you do it. You save my underwear for last. I always feel like a princess when I am around you. You treat me like one. I wonder how it would feel? Placing your hand down there and touching me directly. I only get wet because of you. Even when I do it myself, I only feel it when I’m thinking about you. Your collarbone is the first part of your body that I fell in love with. Your navel, your stomach, your muscles, I have fallen in love with you once again. It scares me. No, that is not right. Rather, it really excites me. Do whatever you want to me until morning. The entrance to my palace is unlocked … I want to just close my eyes. And, I will see you in my dreams.
Robyn WelbornePublished 6 years ago in FilthyMy Fantasy Bad n Bourgie!
I'm going to tell you a story...about a story I wrote. Sounds funny already right? Yes I know but walk with me for a moment & you'll see where I'm going with this. You see, in 2008 I wrote a story called A Bigger Hustle: Alani's Story based on a reoccurring fantasy of being a drug lord that I had when I was twelve years old. You're probably re-reading my last line and saying to yourself, 'You had fantasies of being a drug dealer at twelve?! God damn! Where the fuck did you grow up?!' If you as the reader have ever decided to Google me you would find out I was raised in Brooklyn New York and in the early eighties, I got to observe a lot of different behaviors among my neighborhood. A lot of my time was spent sitting, observing and imagining all kinds of things. Sitting on the stoop in front of my building on Newkirk & Ocean Avenue was the birth of my very descriptive & sometimes over the top imagination.
The Man of OUR dreams
So there is this guy ... The man of my dreams, or should I say the man of OUR dreams. And no not our meaning you and I, but our meaning me and her and her being my best friend of years, too many to count. She and I did everything together from our first boyfriend to our first sexual experience. Although we were best friends, we were also opposites, I like music, she likes shopping. I like sports, she likes shopping. I like outdoor activities, she likes shopping...I'm sure you get the picture. We rarely ever agreed on anything but somehow our friendship just worked for us ... until the man of our dreams came into the picture.
QUEEN QUEENPublished 6 years ago in FilthyRedneck Pleasure
“Here” was all he sent; without a thought she was rushing to him. He was leaning on his truck peering down into all that his phone offered. She stopped for a moment to admire all that he was, before making her presence known. Upon noticing her, wearing less than she ever had in the presence of anyone else, he took her into his thin but forceful arms. He held her in a way that made her feel untouchable. He gave her a look that could turn the holiest of saints into Satan's right hand, he held her looking at her for what felt like a lifetime. In anticipation of his kiss she bit down on her soft lower lip until it split open. Just barely able to restrain herself. Finally after an eternity, his rough lips embraced hers with such strength it hurt as if he bit her, but she didn’t mind, his rough bruting passion transformed a church girl into a harlot. He slowly pulled away ready to go inside her….home, her home. She wanted him to throw her up against his truck and claim her body as his, but she pushed that thought out of her head as she bounced round quickly leading him into her room.
Rayne NadeauPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Proposition
It's cold tonight. The type of cold that creeps into your bones. The type of cold that leaves you numb for hours. I'm used to being numb, it's part of the job requirements; indulge in random stranger's fantasies, pray to God you don't catch something, and remain completely numb. No one aspires to be a hooker. It is just one of those things that happen. You're going to school, you have friends, living life, and one thing leads to another. 'My family would be so proud', I think to myself as I walk up to the beat up old van parked on the corner. The driver is a gross middle-aged man, slightly overweight, and very sweaty. Considering rent is due, I do not have the luxury of excluding any customer, no matter how repulsive he is, so after a brief exchange of terms and expectations I enter the van. We drive a few blocks away to a vacant lot, it is the spot I usually bring my Johns. He exits the driver side making his way to the rear of the van. I climb through the back, meeting him as he pulls open the sliding door. He smiles a creepy smile and enters. Like I have done countless times before, I let my mind go blank and slip into another reality as he pulls up my skirt. I have long since stopped wearing panties while I was working, it makes the process quicker and easier; in and out. He takes a few moments to apply the condom I had provided before ramming his short, fat, cock in me. When I had first started, being entered without warning would have caught me off guard but after 3 years of tricking, I am a seasoned veteran. He lays on top of me thrusting wildly and grunting, 'This shouldn't take long'. His sweaty body is sticking to me so I decide to help him along with some dirty talk. " Yeah, right there, fuck that pussy", he begins thrusting faster. " Does it feel good on your cock?" He's moaning loudly now, his hands cupping my breasts. "Cum for me!" I shout and he loses it. He rears up pulling at my nipples and climaxing loudly "TAKE THIS NUT"!!!!! And just like that, it is all over. I get up quickly after he peels himself off of me and begin fixing my hair and clothes. He fishes around for his wallet in his discarded jeans and pulls out two crisp $100 bills which he doesn't release until I "give daddy a kiss". I shove the money in my bra, pull the van door open and start the walk to the subway. I need a shower after whatever that was. It has been a good night and I am exhausted.
V.E SandersPublished 6 years ago in FilthyPlay Time
I’m really amazed in the room I have created, could only imagine the fun I’m going to have. Thinking of who will be my first victim, I have plenty, but only two come to mind, and it brings a smile to my face. This just leads to one question, which one goes first? Who is the one that’s going to get a taste of the chains that's hanging from the ceiling? A bigger smile forms on my face, as I touch them while walking by it, making my way to the other side of the room where the rest of the fun is at. The big black closet is where I hold my precious toys. The closer I get to the closet, the more excited I hear them get.
Angie RamosPublished 6 years ago in Filthy#PillowTalk101
Meet Giselle B: a successful, sophisticated, sexy, driven fashionista and educator from Maryland. She's known for her trailblazing educating skills & her trending style of dress. Although she's known around town, she remains humble and uplifts others around her. The true definition of a #RenaissanceWoman.
Promiscuous
What is he doing to me? We should know better. He's a married man. Yet the sexual tension got the best of us. His touch. His kiss. His irresistible body. His body against mine feels so good.
Joy ErgangPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia (The Ending)
CASSIAN The silent tension surrounding Cassian and Vivian in his bed was growing thicker by the second. Vivian wasn't a confrontational woman. She liked things done quickly and efficiently, the details never mattered to her. For a while, Cassian operated the same but since he got to Loner's Retreat, something inside him rose up from the ashes, causing a shift in his dormant spirit.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Mailman
I had only ever been with one man. He was my first date, first love, first kiss. My first everything really. At eighteen I had married him. By nineteen he was working like a dog, roofing 16 hours a day while I stayed home and wrote stories. Its understandable why I did it. Really. Imagine being a young girl in a strange city, desperate for love but not getting it from her one and only. It was never in my mind to intentionally cheat though, it just happened and I justified it.
Fancy A Snow Job? Does This ‘Game Of Thrones’ Porn Parody Have Less Sex Than The Show Itself?
From Edward Penishands to Night of the Living Milfs, we all love a good porn parody — you name it, someone has probably done it. Whether it be an X-rated version of the '60s Batman series or a homosexual take on Twilight (dubbed Twinklight), no franchise is safe, and the porn business means big bucks. So, with this in mind, it was only a matter of time before someone somewhere decided to take all the dicks and dragons of Westeros and turn #GameofThrones into a peen-filled parody porno.
Tom ChapmanPublished 6 years ago in Filthy