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Ella's Adventures
Day Four Ella woke slowly as kisses were rained over her body, and morning stubble tickled goose bumps to raise. She moaned and gasped as her body began to burn with desire, she ran her hands up Daddy’s back gripping his hair to hold him at her tits then yelps when he bit down hard. Her hold on him loosened allowing him to move up to her throat. he kissed along her jaw, then bit down on her throat as he thrust his thick hard cock deep into her. Ella Screamed in pleasure digging her nails into Daddy’s back as he fucked her slow and hard, making her cum three times before he emptied his seed deep inside her pulsing core.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Adventures
Night Three Ella gasped when they walked into the ballroom. It looked absolutely magical. There were twinkle lights everywhere, with tall stands of massive bouquets of white and green flowers. The twelve tables scattered in between were covers in black cloths. She watched as Daddy handed the person at the entrance table a cream invitation.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Adventures
Day Three Daddy woke slowly, turning his head to see what time it was. It was eight AM, what time had they finally fallen asleep? Was it four? Or five? He never did sleep much, but still, after the events of the night he thought he would have slept a bit longer. Moving slowly, Daddy rose form the bed, and settled into the chair to watch her sleep a bit longer. Reaching down for his pants Daddy pulled out his phone, sending off a text he settled back again, and waited.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Taking Chances
I’m lost. I’ve been round this block I don’t know how many times trying to find this damned place, but no matter what the GPS says, it’s not here.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Trouble With My Billionaire
I had to go back to work the following day. As it was a gorgeous day with a brightly shining sun and blue skies, I decided to eat lunch outside rather than in the hospital cafeteria. I was pleasantly surprised to be joined by Alexei several minutes later.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts5 years ago in Filthy
Tight Squeeze
Birds are chirping outside as the early morning sun is streaming in through my white lace curtains. The sun shines in my eyes which causes me to wake up, squinting I struggle to see the time on my side table alarm clock. I grab my glasses from the side table and struggle to put them on. Blinking a few times to get my baring's, I see it is 9:05 am. "Fuck! I slept in!" I mutter under my breath. throwing off the bedding I swing with all my might one of my thick jiggly thighs at a time off to the side of the bed and roll out of bed. I thud out of bed landing on my knees. Trying to stand up using the side of the bed to support my weight, rubbing my knees like that will make the pain shoot from my knees go away. "Ow ow ow" I sob softly. Finally standing upright, I waddle over to my Calendar on the far wall of my bedroom above my desktop PC. In bold letters is written 'IT comes today 10 am"
By Jessica5 years ago in Filthy
Blood & Bourbon
Hunger pulled me into the woods outside my ship. To passersby, it looks like a modern smart home on private property. The facade of my earth-human features was deteriorating from a lack of blood. I was going to have to feed before work tonight. Human blood is rare where I come from. We only get it when a poacher like me travels to one of their settlements in some distant galaxy and brings it back. Many poachers leave, but they don’t always return. Human world’s are seductive. Mixed with alcohol; human blood is an aphrodisiac for my kind. Coincidentally, it has the same effect on its source… go figure. Hunting to maintain my appearance is something I’ve grown accustomed to since settling here. A sweaty jogger headed up the path. Blares electronic dance music from his headphones, covering the sound of my footfalls. I race ahead of him by a few yards, to stand against a tree, spotlighted by the moon. I step out into his path as he approaches. Using my tank top to wipe sweat that isn’t there from my brow. Revealing my stomach and a healthy bulge in my sweats. His jogging slows to a walk as he greets me. Like a moth to my flame.
By Evan Jackson5 years ago in Filthy
Mina’s Mate
I saw a fox last night.’ Oscar sipped his coffee. ‘Oh?’ Mina continued wiping down the bench as though she didn’t know anything about it.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
A Fantasy Come True
His hands were warm on her waist, sending a tingle across her skin. She held his gaze, her heart jolting at the affection clear in his eyes.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Randy's Rendezvous II
Friday had finally arrived. Randy picked Lisa up at her place. He was in his usual jeans and button down. Lisa had chosen a cute little red dress with a v-neck that accentuated her gorgeous breasts. It came to the top of her knees, but when she moved just right you could see that her tights were actually black lace stockings that were held up by a garter belt.
By Karen LaRue5 years ago in Filthy
Her Breath
I laid across from her, watching her laboured breath rise and fall. The stark sheet lay like a fresh canvas between the both of us. My eyes stared into her hollow cheeks and now sallow skin. My mind wondered to all those times when we had been close, but never close enough. All those opportunities, awkward drinks in the pub, not watching the other undress in the gym. All those moments, those terrible drawn out moments that sometimes last an entire lifetime, kept secret in your heart, wrapped up for fear of rejection. Each moment now I waited between her breaths in one two three hold - where are you? who are you ? where are you now? that moment and now each and every one I hold as if it were all our moments tied together in a long swirling kite tail of yesterdays. In the hot springs in Iceland, at the summit of Matchu Pitchu, flying free on the back of your motorbike. I watch as a trickle of sweat forms a small rivulet down the narrow inlet of your back. I want to lick it off. I want to crawl over to you and press my naked body into yours, my breasts absorbing your moisture as a blanket, a cushion as a part of you. I want to lay behind you and cradle your fragility enveloping your fragile form, my fingers softly rubbing your pierced nipples. I want your eyes to open with burning desire even if no words are ever spoken and I am nothing but a dream to you. Yours eyes would flicker softly, slowly bringing me into focus. Cat like and purposeful, you have me. You finally have me and I am all you have ever desired. Holding my gaze, you become the tiger I
By Pixie Willo5 years ago in Filthy
Magic for the Millionaire
He watched her as she left the ballroom and ascended the stairs. She glanced toward the dance floor, then turned away with the slightest smile on her lips. She’d worked hard to put everything together for the event. He knew she considered herself just another member of his staff. The truth was he’d been looking at her far differently for years.
By Kate Benoit5 years ago in Filthy