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Spring Break Play
Day Four The next morning, they were sitting at the table having breakfast enjoying the quite morning, Stan was reading the paper and Dara was reading a book. Sitting back, she sipped her tea and just stared at Daddy for a time. Then she spoke.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Filthy Owls
Jenna and Charlie show up at the cabin for their honeymoon. They just got married 3 Hours ago. This Cabin belongs to Charlie's grandmother Amber who gave it to him for him to enjoy with his new wife. Jenna and Charlie have never sex with each other before but they have fool around and went down on each other but Now its time to let it all loose.
By Victor Robinson II5 years ago in Filthy
POLARITY
Po·lar·i·ty (Noun) The state of having two opposite or contradictory tendencies, opinions, or aspects. "the polarity between male and female"
By Fatimah White5 years ago in Filthy
The Night Owl
1. ERIC Olivia was a happy girl. Plenty of friends, wonderful family. She attended church and always tried to be a good girl. She did well in school and played sports. However, sports got increasingly difficult as her body grew and matured. Over the years, Olivia was gifted (or cursed) with a voluptuous body and curves. She didn’t see it then, her body was just her body. But the boys began to notice and brought it to her attention. Or without meaning to, her body brought their attention. Olivia was used to being admired for her good behavior, good grades and friendly attitude but this was something new. She liked the new attention. It was easy, she didn’t have to try or do anything, just get ready for the day and show up. Because she was semi-oblivious to her perky rear, tight core and large breast, she would act natural and was sometimes shy, so she was called coy and flirtatious. It didn’t bother her. She wasn’t promiscuous, in fact she was still a virgin, at most she had only kissed briefly with a short-term boyfriend. She was who she was and made no apologies for it.
By Shanon Canuto5 years ago in Filthy
Ashley Proves the Rumors True
(This work is a custom-ordered erotica placed through my Etsy. To learn more check out my links below.) "Hey, Adam!" I whipped my head around to see Jace stroll into the kitchen.
By Elijah Baby5 years ago in Filthy
Daddy's Here
"Tonight, I’m coming over. I want you waiting in bed; naked and asleep. Leave your door unlocked and I’ll let myself in. You must trust me. Don’t be scared, it’s just me. Do you understand, Baby Girl?”, he commands.
By Tuesday Daily5 years ago in Filthy
Gaming is a Hoot!
Disclaimer: This story has adult content and sexually explicit words. Anyone under 17 might not recommend it, and it is a guy-on-guy story.
By stephanie borges5 years ago in Filthy
A GRADE BEHIND
There I was sitting in class behind her usually she will sit on the other side of the room from me and I would shyly glance her way just to get a glimpse of her, but now she was in front of me I could smell her it was not a perfume for I know it was oil she used.
By DALIL1NE MINION5 years ago in Filthy
Imperiling the Slut
It had been a long night: danced up a storm, blew a virgin, and finally got home around 5:00 in the morning. I was wide awake so I changed into my PJs and started playing some computer games. I'd left my phone in my purse but went to fetch it when I vaguely recalled getting a Tinder message sometime during or after blowing said virgin. The message was a couple of hours old by now but I responded anyway, thinking he'd probably not see it for awhile; most people would be asleep at this hour. He surprised me by responding right away. His name was Brandon and we chatted for a bit and had good rapport. He had to drive out to the desert that afternoon but wanted some company before then. He was willing to get a motel room for just a few hours.
By Elle 5 years ago in Filthy
“I’m no submissive.”
For the first time in a week Chase fished for Charley’s apartment key and let himself in. Charley was a young headstrong twenty-three year old, gorgeous and seemingly impossible. They had been dating for five months. Chase expected to see the apartment a mess, diseased with empty ice cream tubs and worn out blankets with stains of marinara sauce from the corner pizza parlor. They had a huge fight, nearly broke up... God was he that arrogant that he thought she couldn’t live without him? Already?
By Cici Evan5 years ago in Filthy
A taste of Zoe
Allison leaned back and stared at the screen, but the view was the same as when she’d been hunched forward, her fingers poised over the keyboard, fruitlessly waiting for inspiration to strike: there was nothing but a blank document, the cursor blinking at her over and over again.
By Laura Steele5 years ago in Filthy
Introverted Stream of Consciousness
This is why I Stay Home... Sober me is a bit of a prude. Sitting at the bar… actively engaging with the live music via the tapping of my foot… the scent of man enters my olfactory senses. My subconscious hunts for an odor that it craves. Dank masculine pheromones that turn my eyes white as they roll to the back of my skull… running my tongue across my upper teeth, I’m half expecting fangs to rip through my gums. Tonight feels like the perfect night to meet someone. Naïvety is prevalent in my romantic endeavors… Being introverted halts me from making eyes around the room. I want him to come to me. I want my energy to resonate like gravity and draw him into my sphere. Sandalwood stirs the air around me as people get up and down from their seats. A mysterious stranger seated in red seems to be looking in my direction… I don’t dare look at him for fear of being wrong. There is live music after all. This is why I don’t go out…my lack of regular physical contact feels like an involuntary halo of desperation. My wants and my needs bargain with each other to allow my ego just a taste of someone…An unfamiliar musk to satiate my Eros spirit. My tongue lashes out playfully licking my lips out of sexual hunger. Desire to sink my teeth into flesh and let my pleasure paint the air in moans becomes more permissible with each drink. Self control in these situations is the foundation of my pride. Right now all I want to do is rip that away. The scent of man is in my nose and it’s exactly what I crave god dammit… There is no resolution for me. Each sip of bourbon flavored citrus lowers my inhibitions. Allowing me to become more seduced. The possibilities surrounding me force my brain into a think tank. The path to my physical desires is more simple than I’m making it out to be and I know it. Why do I play this game with myself? To see if who I want wants me? Probably… The complexity of my basic desires is being reduced to wanting to make out. I need the safety of home. Away from strangers and possibility. The probability of a regrettable decision in this atmosphere is high. If I weren’t drinking it would be drastically lowered but then what would happen to my anxiety? Fuck…! What is it about the atmosphere of a bar that makes you hope someone will approach you… in the way you fantasized without consequence? Fuck cravings… fuck, cravings…
By Evan Jackson5 years ago in Filthy