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Chocolate Souffle
The thing is....I'm a big girl...always have been...well, to be clear I became a big girl after my first child and for me it was a while before I was comfortable with my newfound curves and extra jiggles. Especially since at the time, I had a man in my life who criticized me and made me feel ugly for it...yet he was cheating on me with a woman who was bigger than me...but that's another show, like Jerry Springer used to say. The media around me continuously suggests that my hair shouldn't be nappy, my breasts have to be large and sitting up high, not flat and hanging. My stomach has to be six-pack flat, extra curvy hips, extra ass and all of it manufactured by a plastic surgeon.
Meet Lady Teryn Snow
Hello my beautiful submissives, I felt your curiosity from miles away. My name, you will memorize, Lady Teryn. You will address me as Lady or Lady Teryn.
- Top Story - November 2017
Bound to Her Body: The Finale
If Fiona could describe the last year in one word, it would be lonely. As soon as Fiona had bargained with Marcel for freedom, she ended up getting the short end of the stick. Marcel had let the rest of them go, including Kristella, in exchange for Fiona's surrender to him. Someone had to appease the powers that be that funded Marcel's company, and of course that person had to be her. She'd like to think it was all worth it — losing her job, her purpose, her own freedom — but as she sat there, bored to death in a cell with two other women, Fiona kicked herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. Fiona Duvalle was once one of the most praised bounty hunters in bounty hunter history, and look at her now, rotting in prison for five years. With any luck, she'd be released early for good behavior, but knowing herself, Fiona understood in order to keep herself sane in this tiny cell, she'd have to go back to her old ways. And she also had to stop thinking about the woman that made her end up here to begin with.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in Filthy Lovers Weekend Away - 7
“I’ll meet you in the room. I want you on the bed, naked. I’ll be right there,” I said as we walked into the lobby of the hotel. I watched you walk towards the elevator before making my call.
JLM fantasiesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyBut Those Eyes
I wasn't sorry, I knew I needed more. I come home and clean up the house, shower, shave, makeup on. I know I can get anyone I want, whenever I want. I fuck for the sake of fucking, I won't remember your name. I'll say sure to a second 'date' - if you were good enough in bed. I'll lose your contact even quicker than I found you, I don't want to be anyone's.
Nancie HolmesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHottest Russian Porn Stars
There are many things that people associate with Russia—Communism, Vladimir Putin, the Cold War, cold winter nights, caviar, and of course, Russian vodka. But, as Russian as all these things are, the largest country in the world has earned an even more solid reputation for having some of the hottest women in the world.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHer Nipple Piercings
I've always been a fan of biting, walking out of the bedroom wearing bruises across my chest and neck. I feel powerful but also dominated. Wearing piercings is like a naughty present for him, but makes you feel so good — the smile a man would make, the cheeky twitch of the mouth desperately trying not to look smug, as he takes off your bra to reveal 2 metal bars gleaming on two very perk nipples.
Nancie HolmesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyStolen Ecstasy
I wanted his lips... soft, yet firm. They were always moist against mine. The moment his touched mine, I felt the urge to tighten my fingers around his hair. I pulled him in closer...his body on top of mine. I felt him grow harder against my skin. I wanted more than his lips now. I wanted him deep inside of me.
LaKisha JeterPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWhy Am I So Wet?
Why am I so wet? The way she looks at me ignites something inside of me. Her arm grazes my arm so gently and I feel the sensation travel down to my deepest spot. Does she deserve my sweet nectar? I fuck around and I fuck around a lot. I fuck for the numbers. I fuck for satisfaction. I don't fuck to feel emotions or for a connection. Don't tell me that you love me. I don't believe in that. Just touch me... No, let me touch you. Don't touch me, touch me not — that is who I am. Please don't turn me off. Let me touch you and tease you. My job is to pleasure and excite you. Open the doors. Let me search your corridor. Let me find the spare bedroom that has never been opened. Let me in. Let me bring you into another world with my sense of movement. Let my tongue talk to you and my fingers make fake love to you. Baby, let me fuck you. "I love you," she says. What is love? I say it back 'cause if I don't, I won't get what I really want. So, I guess I love you, too, baby.
Catriona HectorPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLovers Weekend Away - 6
After an eventful evening poolside and a late morning sleeping in, we decide it might do us good to get out of the hotel room for a minute. We hop in the rental and take off headed anywhere, headed nowhere really. We drive through the city and outside of town, we keep going until there are only cornfields on either side and we haven’t seen another car for about 1/2 hour.
JLM fantasiesPublished 6 years ago in FilthyAn Afternoon of Bondage
It wasn't my first time having sex, or my first session with Sir. It was my first time experiencing rope suspension. I was so excited at the sight of all the rope being layed out, and then I saw the rack being set up. A bit scary and overwhelming. I remember looking up at it the way a child looks up at something in amazement. I got to help Sir put it together, and once that was done, the time came to put the rope around me. First came the small corset around my waist, which I loved, from the beginning when Sir first put it on me to when Sir had to take it off me. Climbing on the bed and moving towards to the rack, Sir introduced a different kind of rope. It was white and much softer than the rope around my waist. My breasts were next to be tied up and every minute of it felt delicious, however, when I saw how the rope was going to be tied up to the rack, a bit of panic set in with a bit of fear, but I was still excited to try it. I felt the bite of the rope, my skin being pulled by the rope. Once Sir made sure that I was ok, the trusty wand came out. It should be known that I am used to having the wand used on my clit when I am on my knees and face down.
Is Sex As Good As It Really Seems?
After only having sex for 4 years, to me it seems like longer. I'm not sure whether it's because of the amount of times that I have had sex or because I have only had sex with 3 boys/men. I'm currently 20 years old in a relationship that I never seen myself getting into, however, I think I've made the right choice. Therefore, let's start at the beginning of my experiences. To see whether my views say anything about whether sex is always as good as people make it out to be.
Tanisha DaggerPublished 6 years ago in Filthy