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MILFs Seduce Young Man Near the Pool, Sex Follows
During summer days, I often sunbathe in my backyard with my besties, who are also in their late 30’s and married, like me. Detractors would say we are lazy and pampered Stepford Wife women, who shop and sit around all day.
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyLonely Housewife Invites Young Stud Over to Her House...Then Gets Stuffed
The garage door closes in my rear view mirror, as if sealing in my fate of another Friday night alone. Now that I’m 50 and divorced, I don’t have high hopes for a sex life like what’s often advertised on the cover of magazines. Realistically, I assume I’ll most likely end up with either an out-of-shape man, or a man with plenty of life baggage. My only dating-related news as of late was when a cute 19-year-old asked me for my number, but I gave him my address, assuming he’d use neither, if given.
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyHooking Up with my Stepdaughter After Her Show
"You were amazing out there," I said in compliment, gently holding her hand in mine. "At 18, you've already achieved so much."
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyA BJ From My Former Teacher at a Mask Party
I performed my routine, which consisted of dancing sensually and getting in close with all the women. The first time I made eye contact with Ms. Harp up close, I froze up, yet was able to play it off without suspicion. Like damning music from hell, I heard the ladies call her name out, encouraging Ms. Harp to freak dance with me.
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyYoung Hunk Poses Nude for Painting in Front of MILFs
“Joey, will you please come out?” Opening the door, I enter the living room; a living room just like most others in suburbia. Only in this one, I’m being observed by a group of desperate housewives, who are using the ruse of ‘art’ to see a naked young hunk. I sense the collective groups of eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body, while also looking at the inches between my legs. Mounting a pair of makeshift steps, I stand on a pedestal, which is fortunately only a few feet high. My cheeks tinge with anticipation and sheepishness, my heart a constant jackhammer.
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyDILF Stuffs His Daughter's Friend
Walking across the bed until she reaches me, she lowers herself onto it and subtly moves closer. “To tell you the truth, Mr. Heff, I dig this new look on you; t-shirt and nothing else is smoking hot — as long as none of my friends see it!”
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyMILF Enjoys Younger Stud's 8" Rod
They stumbled out into the warm summer night, unable to wait until they got home to partake in intense kissing, while those passing by took note of the salt-and-pepper haired woman and the young man. Once they arrived at Louise’s home, they rushed to the bedroom, undressing each other like voracious animals. The older woman gasped as Ethan pulled down her leggings, skirt and panties all at once, revealing her large, thick thighs. The 19-year-old wasted no time burying his face between his lover’s legs, licking and sucking on her pussy. His tongue sent waves of pleasure through her body, Louise fisting her hands in his hair as her legs trembled with delight.
Ted's TalesPublished about a month ago in FilthyDirty Diary Entries (Rolando POV)
Time: Unknown, Modern fantasy Fiction, Location: Astral planes, shadow domain. Rolando stood by the portal back to the mortal realm, having seen his lover off. A draining sensation down in the core of his being occurred as they faded from the shadow realm, leaving him feeling cold and empty. How many times as he walked the beauty that consumed his every thought to the portal only to watch instead of screaming for his other half to stay? How many nights has he not been able to rest due to his every emotion swirling at the loss of his lover's touch?
JadedPleasuresPublished 2 months ago in FilthyThe Panchira Perversion
Chapter One: Induction On the eve of the zombie apocalypse, Charlotte Robinson woke with a hangover and a nervous disposition. The hangover was courtesy of two bottles of chardonnay, enjoyed alone. The nerves were because today was the first day of her new job. Her first "proper" job. One that used her accounting degree in a financial role, not her tray-balancing skills in a cafe. Being hungover and nervous about your first day is bad enough. But as she sat on the edge of the bed and dug numb knuckles into red eyes, Charlotte remembered that last night she'd also broken up with Daniel. The two-timing bastard. So the one bottle of celebratory wine was joined by a second to drown her sorrows.
Dirty Diary Side Entries
I am standing on the rooftop of a tall building. Loud music is playing through my headphones while dark clouds fill the sky. I scream as the song reaches its peak, releasing my emotions. A bolt of lightning strikes through the clouds, illuminating a tower on the horizon, drawing in the lightning. As I dance and shout the lyrics, rain starts to pour down. I am dancing on the edge of the building, lost in the moment. The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance. My thoughts are consumed with my emotions as the rain falls around me. People below me may not understand why I am dancing so close to the edge of the building as the music reaches the chorus. I let out a scream to release my anguish, coupled with a flash of lightning striking through the clouds and large droplets of rain falling from the sky as I shout the lyrics from my high-up position. As the beat picks up again, my body moves to the sound as I dance on the edge of the tall building, unaware of the spectacle I have created for myself. My thoughts are distressingly involved with my emotions as the rain falls around me, with occasional lightning flashes and thunderclaps.
JadedPleasuresPublished 2 months ago in FilthyDirty Diary Entries
Time: 4:30 p.m. Alpha & Omega Supernatural (MxML) Fiction Location: Downtown, City Streets. As night approached, I traveled down the sidewalks while looking for a safe place to sleep. My clothes were a bit tattered but washed. I also do not have a stench that is unpleasant on my skin. The soles of my shoes are almost gone from how much I have traveled. My stomach growled with hunger pains, prompting me to hold my stomach as I walked.
JadedPleasuresPublished 2 months ago in FilthyEmbracing Her True Self
In a bustling town where the rhythm of existence never appeared to sluggish, there lived a young guy named Alex. He had continually felt a disconnection between the person he noticed in the reflect and the character he felt internal. Born right into a male body, Alex struggled with a profound feel of unease and dissatisfaction along with his gender identification.
Muhammad Moaz MirzaPublished 2 months ago in Filthy