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Rediscovering My Sexuality
For most of my life I have had a very active and awesome sex life. I was a giver with no demands and would do almost anything to please my lover. It was indeed my great fortune that the first few women I made love with were much older than I was and the experience gained was priceless. In addition, at the age of sixteen before I lost my virginity I read a book called The Happy Hooker by Xavier Hollander. For me it was the complete guidebook on how to be a great lover. More important than the wide variety of sexual activity described in great detail, it taught me the incredible importance of respect and admiration for women. That women were to be treated with dignity, kindness and compassion. I learned the importance of paying attention to them. Listening without criticizing and with an open mind. Invaluable education. I still maintain that every young person, male and female, most especially the males, read that book early on. I took that knowledge and ran with it. Boy did I run.
By norman o green7 years ago in Filthy
Coming On Her Face
It was one of those cold, grey, wet Sunday afternoons in winter when you can’t bear to go outside. We didn’t have any money either; our latest student loan instalments had dried up, so we couldn’t have afforded to do anything even if we’d wanted to. We sat in her room in the hall of residence and we smoked the last of her weed and played video games instead. We kissed and fucked lazily as the wind howled outside her window.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Two Uber Drivers Collide and Need the Jaws of Life
Joe wasn't your typical uber driver. He was thoughtful and caring and thought about others before his own needs. He was an athletic guy, he had broad shoulders, strong arms and abs well defined to be a Herculean statue. Standing at six feet even he patiently waited for the gal that he had bought uber decals for her vehicle.
By Casey Keller7 years ago in Filthy
A Little Bit More Than Just Yoga
I had been going to yoga class for a few months. My life was proving to be super stressful and I needed something to relax and make me feel like I was at least trying to look after myself. I loved the class: I left full of energy but relaxed each time and feeling at peace with myself. I had made a few friends with whom I sometimes went to a bar after the class. One of the recurring topics we talked about on those nights was the affair we were 100% sure the yoga instructor and a personal trainer were having. He used to come at the same time each session to train with his customer right in front of our transparent walls. We were sure he stayed for a few hours afterward too, just with a different company. We spotted the looks they shot each other when he passed by our room when only the glass walls and their duties as gym employees separated them. We also saw that he stayed waiting by the lockers when we were all filing down the hallway to shower and go back home. Our class was the last of the day, so we were always debating if they just directly went to one of their apartments, or if they would have dinner together first if their neighbors would hear them...
By Clementine Lips7 years ago in Filthy
Voyeur
I recognized your beautiful broad shoulders catch the light as you entered. Your strong body moving through an undulating crowd, the air thick with sounds, smells, and flavours. I hoped desperately that you’d notice me, bound to my chair, gagged, and eager, tucked into a dark corner to watch.
By Doctor Mister Lady7 years ago in Filthy
Burning Piercings
I was nervous. Well, I was shitting my pants, to tell you the truth. I had been thinking of a nipple piercing for some time now, but of course, I had done a search on YouTube and seeing the people scream with pain had dissuaded me. Until now. One day, God knows why, you have to have the piercing done, and no one can persuade you otherwise. So, you go and do it.
By Clementine Lips7 years ago in Filthy
Submissive Little Cam Slut
Eric checked himself in the mirror yet again. He was getting some lunch, to catch up with his old friend, Julia. He had known her since high school, and had been in love with her for just as long. Even though they were just friends, and nothing more—Julia had certainly never thought of him that way—butterflies still rose in his stomach at the thought of seeing her.
By Amora Jones7 years ago in Filthy
