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Birthday Wish
Birthday Wish Dara walked into as empty house wondering where he was, she didn’t really care or make a big deal about her birthday, but she thought that they would at least go to dinner, or he would at least be home. She made her way into the kitchen and found a set of battery powered candles lit sitting next to a bottle of wine a glass, and a note.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
A Work of Art
Daniel Michaels is the most eligible bachelor in town. He is my Master, and I am his Little One. He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and brown eyes that promise so much sin. He’s rich and known for his extravagant over the top lifestyle. This man, this god chose me to be his date to the new gallery opening downtown. I double and triple check my outfit in the mirror by my front door and try not to let my anxiety convince me that I need more eyeliner on. The doorbell rings and I count to ten before I open the door. I try not to stare like a total moron when I open the door. He’s stunning in his formal black suit, just the sight of him makes my stomach drop slightly and my pussy throb.
By MissyMarie 5 years ago in Filthy
King Leonidas
"King Leonidas" Leonidas was no ordinary man, everything about him screamed sex!!!! I was finally getting to meet this God who filled my nights with sensual thoughts that could not be contained by just thinking about it!!! I needed his body to merge with mine and send me into a sexual bliss like I have never felt before. The concert was about to start, I was front and center with an outfit that showed my plump breast waiting for his touch.
By Dragon Ladee5 years ago in Filthy
That's My Kink
When I met Marcus, we were just two people that enjoyed partying and having amazing sex. I was freshly single and was enjoying some rebound sex and Marcus, well, Marcus was best described as a man-whore. He enjoyed the ladies and from the reviews that I had heard, they really enjoyed him. Eventually, Marcus had his eyes on me and asked when I was going to let him enjoy me. Being desired by such a desirable man, made me weak and I caved to him.
By Tuesday Daily5 years ago in Filthy
Reflections of the Future
Reflections on the Future by: Dennis R. Humphreys No one knows how or why there are premonitoions. Why are some people more disposed to them? It has been suggested within some scientific circles, that everhything we learn is stored outside of our bodies in some kind of magnetic field very much like the aura psychics talk about but is ridiculed by the same sciences. When the information is needed the brain acts as a receiver, goes out, and retrieves the information. But what if certain people are capable of retireving this information from further away, indiscriminate of whose brain the information is associated with? Is there a way to help them do this?
By Dennis Humphreys5 years ago in Filthy
DayCreaming PT 2
This was the moment when I knew I fucked up. The thought of letting your nut fall out of my mouth onto my breast was what I needed to do the trick. My chest arches forward off of the couch, and I climax with fireworks around me. Green, yellow, red, and a hint of orange light up underneath my eyelids. All of the tiny hairs on my body are erect while a wave rushes over. The music was suddenly silent, and all I could hear was my moans overpowering the melody. I couldn't help myself with one orgasm, so I had to spoil myself twice. The continuous wrist motion quickened, and 30 seconds later, an enormous wave crashed over. This was something I desperately needed and wanted until we met again. I notice the couch is moist from my body heat with my breast exposed. My underwear is nowhere in sight. My body is fully relaxed and centered, but I can't help feeling bad for pleasing myself without you. The ambiance is fitting and has the perfect mood for this occasion. I wish you were here, and so does my Yoni. It's only a matter of time when I finally get to express how I feel about you. When it comes to you, it's not just the sexual things, you know? You make me feel heard, needed, and safe. There are other things you do, but the three basics would make any woman's panties wet.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Filthy
The Shane Journals
JJ...The Secretary 1/1/2017 14:15pm Blog Post 127 Draft Saved “Happy New Year to Me”My boss is a bastard of a man. He’s also drop-dead gorgeous beyond reason, but most of the time I’m wishing he would just be that title without the gorgeous attached to it. He knows that his looks and body are a woman’s wet dream and his arrogance knows no bounds. He propositions anything with a humanoid form that he thinks is worthy of tangling with the almighty swerve of his hips. Unfortunately, I seem to make that list of potential, worthy conquests. I have a file of about six months worth of sexual harassment notes for a very easy case, but for some reason I haven’t decided to go to HR or hire a lawyer yet. I can admit that I am attracted to what I see through the glass walls of the office I sit outside of throughout the week. Although, that attraction went to an extent of only when I could watch him on mute. As soon as he’s within earshot he becomes the ugliest person in the world spewing his chauvinistic, slightly racially prejudiced banter.
By Shanese Hicks5 years ago in Filthy
Spontaneous
While he and I have several spontaneous moments. This was one to remember. As I do everyday I am in the shower by 4:30 pm before he gets home at 5:00 pm. He came in early today to surprise me with flowers and a new night gown. He saw that I was in the shower and he quickly undressed to step inside with me. I was startled at first but I quickly smelled his beautiful scent, He whispered softly for me to keep my back to his chest.
By Dragon Ladee5 years ago in Filthy
Caught Out on the Couch
The afternoon was dragging like a zombie’s decaying leg, and I was bored out of my mind. My husband, Mark, had been working continuously throughout all the interminable lockdowns, lugging cargo onto delivery vans for an international courier company; meanwhile I was stuck at home by myself, furloughed, and increasingly lost for something — anything — to pass the time. There was only so much Netflix I could watch in a day before my eyes would get bleary and I’d wind up fast asleep on the couch. It didn’t feel like a very productive way to spend the day, and I didn’t want Mark to come home and find me unconscious and snoring on the sofa. Again.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Invite
I broke a rule, and now here’s my punishment.. But my punishment requires what exactly? He went without speaking to me for weeks at a time, almost two months had passed and he didn’t need me. Then, one crisp winter. I get an envelope at my door; addressed to me: Abigail. That’s not my name, it’s just what servants are called, and no—before you ask; I’m not his handmaiden; well technically, but he doesn’t need an heir from me. Think of me more as his company… or property. Yes, I said it, property. My captor doesn't value women at their highest. We Abigail’s are allowed to roam the estate, and live freely amongst our captors; we aren’t locked away in a room, or told when we can and can not eat or do other things. We Abigail’s are like mistresses, but for the rich. We hold power over who we claim. The thing with my captor is: he was attracted to what he couldn’t have, so he stole me away from my previous captor.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
