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Why Moaners, Groaners and Screamers Are the Best Women to Bed
A wise friend once said, “No great sex ever started with she was quiet and coy”… He was right. In the past, I was the type of lover that would lie there motionless with limbs splattered on the bed like a starfish. Why? Because I had perky breasts, a well-groomed vagina, and a pretty face. I thought that was all it took to be great at sex.
By Dona Mwiria5 years ago in Filthy
When Journals End
Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journal, I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Moments
Forbidden Moments The day had been a long one and Phoenix could not wait to walk the building. She had plans of doing much of nothing this evening, as she had a project she needed to finish and as well as finishing plans for the next week. Phoenix contemplated if she would head straight home after hitting the gym today or stop by a bar to have a quick drink. The week had been a long one, filled with meetings, conferences, trainings, deadlines, and much more. Work was truly taking its toll on Phoenix, and she was feeling every bit of it. As Phoenix cranked her engine and pulled away from the job, she realized what was really missing in her life at the moment: some good dick. It has been quite a while for Phoenix, and she instantly found her mind drifting and conjuring thoughts of him: him kissing her lips; him sucking on her nipples while she rode his massive dick; spreading her cheeks so could enter her from behind; he randomly slapping her ass and telling her how good she felt; acknowledging how pleasurable the sex was with sporadic moans and requests for more. The last time they had “connected”, Phoenix had finished their session with a rodeo ride, followed by a reverse finish. She knew watching her ass jiggle while watching his dick slide in and out of her damn near drove him over the edge, and that was something she greatly enjoyed. That encounter had immediately been followed up by a “round two”, involving Phoenix’s shower, more ass slapping, and water cascading all over her as pleasure overtook her body.
By Frazier Lawtnee5 years ago in Filthy
Seals and Bounty: The Protector
Bryan Bryan Shaw set at his desk at Seals and Bounty thinking about the offer he had received two days ago to be the permanent bodyguard for Senator Grants daughter Katie. She refused to move to Capital Hill with him and his wife when after the resent election that made him the new senator of Nevada. She loved her home here and even refused to accept the Secret Service detail that had been assigned to her. She really seemed to be head strong and her not wanting a detail from the government, probably meant that she was not going to take too well to him either. Did he really want to enter into that type of a headache job?
By Ireland Lorelei 5 years ago in Filthy
Seals and Bounty: The Protector
Katie An infuriated Katie Grant set at a local coffee shop with her best friend Gail Stone. Her father had just one the senate set for the state of Nevada and was getting ready to head to Capitol Hill in a short few weeks. Her mother had passed when she was younger, and it had been just her and her dad for years. She knew how protective he was about her, but she didn’t want to be followed around like a puppy that couldn’t take care of herself.
By Ireland Lorelei 5 years ago in Filthy
What to Know about Erotic Asphyxiation: The Sexy Chokehold — Is It for you?
True confession. My name is Jacqueline and I love to be choked during sex. When my man is on top, and repeatedly thrusting in and out of me, it is the optimal time for him to firmly wrap his hand around my neck and gently squeeze. I ask for it. Sometimes, plead for it. Even demand it. It very much turns me on.
By Jacqueline Atulip5 years ago in Filthy
Late Nite Sessions
On a cold night, she was home safe and warm from the vagaries of the winter's chill. Her 5’6 naked curvy body ,with skin the colour of cafe au lait, was freshly washed and shaved as she lay reclining on a soft cushion listening to the roar of the fire and the smooth jazz playing in the background. A glass of white wine within reach as she contemplated her next move in the daily game of seduction and pleasure.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst5 years ago in Filthy
Winter's Knight
A subtle shift from a soft autumn breeze into the crisp prickle of winter was enough to provoke drastic sorrow in the mortal world. A storm was brewing soon. The ground would be covered with snow, footprints left behind of people trying to make it safely to their homes before danger got to them first. I often wondered who greeted them as they shimmied off their winter coats while they walked into their safe-havens. Perhaps the warmth of a soft and gentle woman whose smile they’d taken for granted one too many times. Or, maybe the laughter of a child that echoes throughout the walls at the announcement of their presence.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Filthy
The Disobedient Toy
I lay over a rough-hewn table with my arms and legs restrained to each end spread wide. My body trembling and sweat soaked as I awaited my punishment. The coldness of the room amplified my whimpers of knowing what was to come. A metal tray on wheels was rolled in and placed within eye sight distance the tools on top leaving fear in its wake as the heavy steps echoed out of the room. I knew that the quietness would not continue and that soon the meter of His steps echoing with disappointment would be heard walking back over to me and that I wouldn’t hear “babygirl” or even “my beloved toy” .
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst5 years ago in Filthy
December 4
Oh my God. Everything was so warm and wet and wonderful down there. I never felt so delicious. It was like a warm lapping surf writhing its way up my spine and all over my body. Branching out in squivers, quivers and trembling nerve ends. I looked down and there was Donna’s face buried between my upraised knees. But what was she doing down there moving her head side to side like that. I just know I did not want her to stop. Above Donna’s upraised rump was Robin. A fierce smirk on her face as she seemingly pumped into Donna. But with what? Her small flat chest was glowing with red splotches from her exertions. She had one hand on each of Donna’s butt cheeks and spread them roughly on each forward thrust. Why she was mounting Donna just as I had mounted Rene last night.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
"The Lovers"
Damon was doing his usual errands on Monday afternoon. As he was going through the vegetable aisle, he noticed a long lost love that he had not seen in over 5 years. He just knew that it was Anastasia that he was looking at. He approached her and as soon as he was looking at. Damon approached her and as soon as she turned around he knew this was his long lost lover.
By Dragon Ladee5 years ago in Filthy
