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SINDAY ; ) Day 22 Short Erotic Stories
DAY 22 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 22 MY LEAD LB sent the text and I know that means I have 30 seconds to respond with a pic from my phone of me on my knees and head bowed low. I rush to the empty office setting up my phone and quickly drop to my knees to pose and send my picture as the seconds count down. I have only seen my Dominate once, a picture on his profile that I chose. After I sent the pic another text came in.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires4 years ago in Filthy
Seven Days/ Fantasies
Zien was an outstanding specimen of sexy that could stop traffic or possibly cause an accident. Standing 6”2’, 230 lbs., with a complexion rich like white chocolate and toasted like almond slivers with cinnamon. He kept his hair cut close with a sea of pitch-black waves. His eyes were black as coal and sparkled like diamonds. They seemed to taunt anyone who glanced at them, causing you to stare. His gaze seemed to pierce deep into your soul, revealing your deepest and naughtiest thoughts and secrets. His smile was mesmerizing with deep dimples in each cheek. His perfect white teeth and full lips made all women fantasize about kissing them and what they might feel like upon her skin. Zien owned a sexy athletic physique, his muscular arms, legs, and 6-pack abs seemed to demand constant attention. It was obvious at first glance that he worked out frequently and he took pride in his appearance. Always dressed in business casual attire during business hours and cruising through the city in his black on black Audi A6. His many tattoos were always a conversation piece as well. Even in knowing how attractive he was and the influence he could have over people, Zien was always very sweet and humble. He had a lot going for himself, he was a good catch and he knew it. Many women all over the city swooned and lusted over him and expressed interest. He would occasionally date and had a “buddy” he would kick it with from time to time for the past year but it wasn’t anything serious and ultimately he had other plans for his future and a gold-digging or groupie chick wasn’t a part of it.
By Kisha Vagaqt Jackson-Brown4 years ago in Filthy
Uncontrollable Need
..........Heat. I am surrounded by flames. My eyes are cast down, half closed, from shyness. His gaze on my naked form is enough to turn my golden skin pink. I can't help but thank the universe that I had chosen this week to shave. I can do nothing but lay there while he contemplates the skin he has unwrapped.
By Jasmine Woodson4 years ago in Filthy
What Lies in the Office
What Lies in the Office Chapter 1: The financial statement It was another busy day at the office on yet another boring Monday morning. Desk life, chained to a computer and tied to a cubicle, what a thrill right? As I sat and pecked endlessly at my keyboard, my mind drifted off and I began to work and daydream at the same time.
By Elisha Cartier Simpson4 years ago in Filthy
Three's a Crowd...Sometimes. Pt.1
My husband, J, and I are homebodies by nature. Although we love to go out to eat or catch a movie, large crowds of strangers at a bar or club are generally a hard no for the both of us. Ever the extroverted introverts and still young enough to crave excitement, we remedied our need to socialize, drink, and be merry by periodically having our close coworkers and “framily” over for late night gatherings. Working the same shift for years had caused us all to adapt to the vamp life, which made 12 am party sessions perfectly acceptable and for most, preferable. Our get-togethers were epic; music floating on clouds of THC haze, the sound of laughter shaking the house. This was our time to unwind-sharing snacks, spliffs, and sips of mixed drinks over stories of terrible co-workers and mutual work woes. Our house was not the party spot, but it was a spot to feel accepted, to be comfortable, to be yourself, and have fun. We had genuine love for everyone who came through on those impromptu turn-ups, but, as always among any group of friends, there is usually one or two with whom you share a special connection. Whether it be a cherished memory or a juicy secret that separates them from all of the rest, it brands their name in your soul as a permanent and unique fixture. Years ago, on a hot summer morning after one such gathering, my husband and I unexpectedly invited a close friend to indulge in our private world and share one such secret with us, among other things...
By Jade Summers4 years ago in Filthy
HIM
1:00 AM As I toss and turn in bed, at one in the morning, bed covers tangled between my legs, pillow damp from the sweat I produced. I was awoken by HIM. He had come into my dreams again for the fifth time this week. He appeared in my dreams like the first four times, but this time he was shirtless and greased with baby oil. His hair was pushed back, and muscles ripped like a Greek God ready to strike down Hades. I was wet from this dream because of him. In this dream, I watched him from the window as he undressed into his boxers. He hung them just low enough to where his erection stood tall and ready to be played with. My mouth began to water at the sight of it twitching. He always looked down at the floor and tilt it aside. His breath was ragged and slow. I watched his chest rise up and down as he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before he blew. He knew I was watching HIM, but he didn’t seem to care. He liked the attention, and honestly, it was a bit arousing watching him, watch me—watch HIM. My body was in heat ten times hotter than last time. It was winter, cold, and damp. The snow was falling around my hoodie as I tried to keep warm. I wore gloves that protected me from frostbite, but my fingertips felt like ice icicles. I rubbed them together, causing friction as I felt the warmth circulate around my palms. It was like it erupted and sent a dwelling fire within me that burst with excitement and turned me on, even more, I thought of him. But something changed, there was some else there…
By Mazikeen Quinn4 years ago in Filthy
All Lined Up
It’s a blur as to how we all ended up in the bedroom. I remember we were drinking a bit and Jana made a comment about being able to see my nipples through my dress and how juicy I looked. That intrigued my husband who was chomping at the bit to have a taste of whatever I and Jana had cooked up for the evening.
By Wetnotesxxx by Ra'Moana Sophlee4 years ago in Filthy
SINDAY ; ) Day 21 Short Erotic Stories
DAY 21 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 21 SPARKS part 2 Your mouth gapped open, you moan so sexy and low, and you stopped breathing, loving the rush of me eating, and another watching. Your orgasm pushed the grape closer so I can reach it with my tongue, giving you multiple continuous orgasms. I am just so focused on that grape that I don’t notice my mustache rubbing your clit the whole time.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires4 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden
Chapter 2: Kupkake’s Unforgettable Weekend Me: Always? Keith fell asleep and I served the kids dinner (spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and side salad) The kids were a joy. Gabriella 12, Glori 10 and my sweet son Aries 6. I was blessed more than anything but I just required more excitement. Once we ate, homework time was next, then my favorite time bed time. We typically read books to one another and then they would retire to their rooms for the night
By Queen Kupkake4 years ago in Filthy
Midsummer Wet Dream
She had an adorable innie belly button that adorned her narrow waistline. Freckles, as far as I could see, and a perfectly landscaped triangle of blond hair above her clit that would make the Jardins du Château de Versailles envious. And my hands paved a path along her hips and back towards her blue lace thong. My mouth followed suit; “Take your blouse off… slowly,” I whispered in her ear. Faintly smiling, she agreed. Breasts like hills with peaks tinted pink, I skimmed over her nipples with my tongue. The presence of pleasure occupied her eyes heavily when I spun her around to face the couch. While reaching for her crotch with my hand, she clutched my wrist to steer me through her crotchless undies. “Bend over,” I ordered her in a tone that stimulated the waterworks in between her legs. My fingers were laced with juice, and Jess was bracing to receive everything I was about to give her. When it comes to pussy, I prefer them fat. And she had yet to disappoint me.
By imthenwgirl4 years ago in Filthy