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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Masquerade
The hot wax dripped onto Celeste‘s body as she felt the cock up to the back of the throat thrusting against it. She prayed that she didn’t throw up but there was so much else going on; she could feel the beautiful silk holding her hands and her ankles firmly to the sides of the bed, and she knew Marie was eating her out. This was one hell of a party, and she was glad for this salacious experience, like a sexual gourmet meal.
By Florence Flanders 2 years ago in Filthy
A Love Story All Its Own Part Five
To be honest, I only heard half of what he was talking about because my inner sex started to get moist, and I couldn't sit still for long, so I excused myself from the table and went to the ladies' room. As I sit in the ladies' room, I hear two women talking about M. P. C. They were talking about him in ways that I didn't even know were possible when it came to men and women. I mean, these ladies were talking like that had fucked him a time or two, and this started to piss me off because if M. P. C did have sex with these ladies, I already knew that I was way out of my ledge. At this point, I am just going to play him close and be as open and honest about myself and my intentions with him, and I just hope he feels the same way.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Filthy
A Love Story All Its Own Part Four
Then again, I might just call him to cancel our date. Girl, stop it. You are not going to cancel this date, and you have been fantasizing about this man for years, and now all of a sudden, you want to get all weird and shit; you know that you deserve all the love this man can give you. I had to face my fears because I never knew what real love was like. I mean, I knew for years what not having someone love you the right way is like, but to be able to receive that same amount of love back terrifies the shit out of me.
By Theresa Evans2 years ago in Filthy
The Jamaica Trip
This was going to be the vacation of the decade. Samantha aka Sam planned the trip for her birthday. The tickets and outfits were bought for Jamaica. This was a much-needed girls trip. Everyone had a different reason for why they needed this trip. Sam wanted a sexual experience something different she could add to her list. Julissa was married and had her first child 2 years ago. She was looking forward to some relaxation away from her family. Jessica was into ladies now more than men. Simone was divorced and wanted to get away from the hustle of the city for the weekend. Sam and Simone are sisters and Julissa and Jessica are sisters. The sisters arrived in Montego Bay at 3 PM Friday for a weekend trip. At the check-in, you could see Sam’s eyes wandering around the lobby checking out the staff. She wanted her sexual experience to be with a Jamaican man not a tourist like her. She did not see anyone that turned her on. Sam had a look to her and to the right man he would desire to have her sexually. She had a beautiful cocoa bean complexion with thick curly hair. Big breast a nice round ass. Sam was a siren. She was also a manipulator. She knew how the streets operated and she moved accordingly. Put it like this Sam was the go-to person to get things done. The plug. She played by her owns rules and love to have fun. She was excited to be around and you were going to have a good time.
By Fatimah White2 years ago in Filthy
A Night To Remember
11:00 AM: Jasmine was rushing out of her house. She was running late as usual for a Saturday brunch with her friends. She made it to the restaurant in 20 minutes. She parked her car; as she was walking to the restaurant, she was texting on her phone. She hears someone saying something. The voice was solid and deep. Jasmine looks up from her phone and sees this handsome face. They made eye contact with one another. Did you say something? Jasmine asked. I said, let me put my number in your phone. He slides Jasmine's phone out of her hand. What are you doing? she laughed. I want you to keep in touch; you are beautiful. I want to get to know you. She tried to say stop! She didn’t say anything. She watched as he typed his name and number into her phone and saved it. Call me he said as he handed Jasmine back her phone. She looked at the screen, and he saved his name as Clarke Stevens. Well, Mr. Clarke Stevens. I’m running late for brunch. I have to go. What is your name? He asked. Jasmine, she replied. I will be expecting your call, Jasmine. He said with this look of confidence on his face. Please don’t disappoint me. He said as he began to walk away. Jasmine stood there for a second, and at that moment, she thought to herself that it was intense. I’m going to call him.
By Fatimah White2 years ago in Filthy
Wasted Tears & Tiny Soldiers
Staring deeply into her pale blue eyes, reflecting my own icy mirrors of contempt. Part of me wishing her dead, the rest of me lacking the strength and initiative to force the dream to become reality. Imagining the sweet, moist heaven between her legs, in stark contrast to her cold, festering heart.
By Scott Kessman2 years ago in Filthy
The Vacation
It has been two days since Mike left for a 2-week vacation. Mike and Fabiola have face chatted a few times, making her desire to be held by him more intense. Do you miss me, Mike? Asks Fabiola. I will let you know when I am back. Fabiola wanted to see if he had missed her as much as she had missed him. She has been busy hanging out with her best friend Samantha, texting, and going out on dates. When she did speak to Mike, she would tell him about the dates she had gone on.
By Fatimah White2 years ago in Filthy