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Reflect, Lick, Penetrate
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
Jupiter GrantPublished 3 years ago in FilthySweet Consequences
Cedar put on a nice shirt and his favourite pair of jeans. Eric noticed his man didn’t put on any underwear. At 10 to 9 Cedar said “You need to get totally undressed. Once Eric was naked Cedar took him into the bedroom and handcuffed him naked to the water heater. It was the first time Cedar was thankful he didn’t have modern heating. While handcuffed to the water heater Eric was able to sit in a large chair facing the Queen sized bed. His first part of the plan complete; Cedar left the bedroom.
The Very First Time
Jasmine stared in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful with ample sized breasts and gorgeous chunky thighs, but she just couldn't be as beautiful as her. Even worse there was no chance of getting that young sexy lady out of her head. They had literally just met damn it! Besides she was into men not women! She had been out clubbing at a down town club called Sauce. She hadn't known it was an LGBTQ club until she had walked in, and she didn't care as long as it had a dancefloor. She was intending to dance alone, until she walked in. Yes she! She with the gorgeous big breasts, she with the beautiful ample stomach, she with the tight, beautiful thighs. Jasmine had no idea why she was thinking about women in sexual terms, she wasn't normally like this. However, she was single and pretty much happy about that, as being single enabled her to play, no strings attached. She didn't want tying down for the rest of her life. That would be simply too boring for her sex life! Jasmine thought for a minute, there was no way she could be into women, she only ever had sex with men. She brushed her long, wavy dark hair, and decided that after a late night, coffee was the only solution to waking her up. She planned to go back to that club tonight and find that gorgeous female who had her all hot and bothered. She needed to understand why she felt this way. Was it infatuation? Sexual? or was she simply just drawn to her? Either way, she needed to know.
Carol TownendPublished 3 years ago in FilthyLesbian erotics
“I was born knowing how to do this,” Cassandra purrs after licking Traci’s pussy through a dental dam all the way to her first orgasm of the night. She later shows me the sticker posted in her locker at the Hustler Club where she works: Girls Eat Pussy Better.
Nina FerrariPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA 'Super Lovers' story with a hint of 'Dramatical Murder'
FYI This is a Gay comedy story, there is talk about guys having sex with other men and profanity. This story is not for anyone under 17. With that said, enjoy.
stephanie borgesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Next Day
Oh sweet daddy of morning wood. It’s a perfectly natural occurrence for men that feels so amazing. It’s also been quite some time since I’ve experienced it pressed into my back. At some point in the night, Alex and I apparently switched positions. He has one arm draped over my side, his hand pressed against my chest. I’m using his other arm as a pillow. I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable.
Jay VillinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyWhen friends become lovers
When friends become lovers Sasha looked into Lisa's eyes, smiled, and placed her hand just under the curve of her smooth, soft breasts and leaned forward. As she did her breasts brushed against Lisa's, her nipples rubbed lightly against the girl she had known since the day they first started school and stiffened almost instantly.
J S MorbiusPublished 3 years ago in FilthyA Lecherous Afternoon
“Chichie, ma chérie! You are finally here…” Bella hugged her best friend from overseas. “I’m so glad I get to spend the summer with you, ” replied Chichie, pouting her full lips and rolling her sea-colored eyes. “I am so sick of the French countryside… Bella, I demand you show me some real excitement during our time together!”
Lola SensePublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Real Reel: DeAngelo Jackson on Being a Black Man in Adult Film
DeAngelo Jackson, the first African American to win a GAYVN Best Actor Award, is promoting his new documentary film, Being Black in Porn. The film follows the lives of four gay men of color as they navigate their way in the adult film industry and examines the racism and inequality they often encounter. The film releases this fall but its trailer is out now.
Ben NelsonPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Boy, The Man, and The Big City
The boy knew he was in a different element, a new city that for the first time in his life made him question everything about his existence, his convictions, his destiny. Could he perhaps have been so set in his ways that he was blinded as to where his destiny, his legitimate destiny, truly was? He contemplated this possibility as he sipped on the chocolate ice cream shake he so thoroughly enjoyed the first and second time he ordered it, and realized it was consistently enjoyable this third time, just like that big, new city where he felt like a small fish, but a happy fish.
Andrew DominguezPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Breakup
“Listen, there’s something we need to talk about.” That’s never a good sign. She’s not talking to me though. No, Kelsey is in the next room talking to Alex. I swear, her nasally voice could cut through lead-lined soundproofing. The thin wall between our rooms, even with Netflix playing on this side, isn’t enough to drown her out.
Jay VillinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Other Woman
I'm staring out of the window of a moving train, my eyes taking in the lush view of velvet green fields blanketed in a beautiful vibrant rainbow of different flowers and animals feeding on green pastures. I am bored out of my skull! My husband is sat beside me with his head in a book, he has been reading this book for almost an hour and a half of our journey. We are heading to Scarborough, North Yorkshire, from Bournemouth in Dorset. The journey is going to take at least seven hours, and the silence is doing my head in. After many long hours of traveling in total silence, the train stops at a station to pick up other travelers, and that was when I saw her.
Carol TownendPublished 3 years ago in Filthy