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Sucking Her Beautiful Clit
Katy wouldn’t let me put my hand in her knickers. Not at first. We got on brilliantly. We kissed at the end of our first date. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was perfect.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyBondage Part 2
If you have not read part one of this post please do so now. I'm just covering the basics and I will answer all questions later. In this post I will cover more of the vocabulary of bondage.
Lena BaileyPublished 5 years ago in FilthyThe Door
I stared at him. At his long legs planted confidently on the shiny reception floor. At his shiny leather shoe, pointing directly towards me. His body at half profile. His head slightly bowed, listening to the man at his right. Nodding on occasions.
After Dinner Disgrace
Someone once told me you can tell the difference between a cheap suit and an expensive one from a mile away. I was dubious, but perhaps they were right. As the suit He wore looked like a work of art. It was so sharp it must have been cut with razor blades. The material was so sumptuous it likely cost more than someone like me would make in a lifetime. He sat at the table before us and ate alone.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyWatching My Wife with Her Lover
It’s not as comfortable as I imagined it would be in the closet. It’s hot and stuffy. The clothes hanging around me sit on my shoulders and on my head. There are too many shoes in here to sit comfortably. I should have bought some sort of seat. I have a perfect view of the bed through the crack in the door, though.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyDo You Want to Ride?
“Do you want to ride?” she asked. Her accent made 'want' rhyme with 'rant' and 'ride' became 'rye-add-eh'. Doo yoo want-eh too rye-add-eh.
Johnny SevenPublished 5 years ago in FilthySuperstar Threesome
We all left the concert stage with huge grins on our faces. The crowd had loved us, but that was to be expected when your boss was the celebrated Star. I should not have even been there, but her keyboardist was a friend of mine and he’d gotten sick and called in a last minute favor. I’d been happy to oblige, since I knew most of the Star’s songs anyway. At that moment, the celebrity powerhouse was standing backstage with several bigwigs who were gushing over her, just as they were paid to do. I gave high fives and handshakes to several of the band members and accepted with humbleness, their sincere compliments. Many of them headed to the green room where the post concert banquet was no doubt awaiting us.
Tim Ellerbe IIPublished 5 years ago in FilthyI Masturbated for the First Time.....
Alright, let's just get this out of the way. I know I'm super late, so fellas, get off me, and ladies who do this, you guys get off me as well. Don't judge me.
Don Anderson IIPublished 5 years ago in FilthyInterrupting Her Shower
Joyce strode down the hallway angrily, hurriedly wrapping the towel around her wet body. Watery footprints trailed behind her as she wondered why Murphy’s Law had to be so damned prevalent. Why, for instance, does the phone only ring when you’re in the shower, or in this case, why someone need to ring your doorbell? She reached the front door and stood on tiptoe to peer out of the peephole. Her hot anger subsided a bit as she saw who was on the other side of the door. She swung it open and glared intentionally at her friend.
Tim Ellerbe IIPublished 5 years ago in FilthyIn Celebration of Handjobs
They made us sleep in different tents on the team away day, boys with boys and girls with girls, no mixed-sex sharing. We were all responsible adults, well-paid, respected professionals, but they were right to do so, obviously. We couldn’t be trusted. After a day of meaningless team activities, we’d found a pub and we’d all got stuck into the drink. The organisers tried to stop us, they said we had evening activities planned, but we told them to fuck off. We’d had enough. We drank and we flirted, and we bonded better than we had all day.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyShut Up and Fuck Me
Stop talking and fuck me. I’m already wet and willing. You don’t need to tell me how beautiful I am, or how much you love me. Just fuck me.
Dark Cherry CollectivePublished 5 years ago in FilthyI Control Your Orgasms!
I know I've mentioned this previously in many of my blogs, and my readers can vouch for me on this sentiment. I'm extremely motivated by images. The statement that goes "a picture is worth a thousand words" lives vividly in my daily life. I almost want to say that I can't begin to tell you about how many stories I've written originated from a picture or a video I saw, but then again, I have told you, and in more ways than one.