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Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I sat on the edge of the king bed in the low-lit room, heart pounding as Jordyn and Katie stood before me in matching black lace lingerie. Jordyn's curves filled out the bra and thong perfectly, her full breasts straining the cups while the thin straps of her thong disappeared between smooth ass cheeks. Katie was slimmer but no less stunning, her pert nipples visible through sheer fabric and the crotch of her panties already damp against her shaved mound.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I pulled up to the studio feeling that strange twist in my gut the second I killed the engine. It was the same sharp pull I always got around beautiful women, but stronger this time, like my body already knew what the afternoon would turn into. I grabbed my camera bag, shook it off, and walked inside.
By Forest Green29 days ago in Filthy
Through the Hole — Part 2
I slept in pieces. Every time I woke up my hand was already between my legs, like my body had made a decision my mouth hadn’t signed. The shower from Wednesday night hadn’t done what I needed it to do. I could still feel the floor in my knees. I made coffee at 6:50 and drank it standing at the sink looking at his mug from Sunday, the one with the chipped handle he refuses to throw away.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Captured in the Dark My Monsoon Night with the Photographer
The rain came down so hard that night it felt like the sky was trying to wash the whole city away. I stood outside the studio door already soaked to the skin. My name is Chahat. I am twenty years old and in my second year of art college. This photography session was for my portfolio. I had booked the place and the photographer online. His name was Rohan.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Through the Hole
Rohan left on Sunday for another one of those work trips that never end. By Tuesday night I was climbing the walls. We haven’t had sex in almost three months. Not even half-hearted stuff. He comes home, eats, scrolls, falls asleep. I lie there staring at the ceiling with my hand under the sheet like some pathetic teenager. I started watching things I never used to watch. One night I typed “anonymous sex” and then “glory hole” just to see. I told myself it was just curiosity. Then I saved the address of that place near the industrial park.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Filthy
Untitled Titillations
My body count is in the hundreds. I’m not saying that to brag. Because a huge majority of those Are pretty forgettable. But I’d like to share some of my most memorable experiences with you tonight.
By Jebus! about a month ago in Filthy
Fleshpot on 42nd Street
I vowed never to post here again because I'm really pissed, but, out of convenience, I guess I can still stash the occasional piece here for old times' sake.
By Tom Bakerabout a month ago in Filthy
The Balcony Where I Let Him Finger Me Then Fuck Me in the Guest Room
The party was too loud. Bass thumped through the floor and walls of the small Mumbai flat. Bodies moved close. Sweat and perfume filled the air. I had one drink and my head felt light. My friend was in the middle of the crowd dancing. I needed space. I slipped out to the narrow balcony and pulled the glass door almost shut behind me.
By Chahat2 months ago in Filthy
Joan's Room. Content Warning.
Paul’s body, slick with exertion, pressed heavily into Joan’s, his breath ragged against her neck. Each thrust was a primal rhythm, driving them deeper into the intoxicating swirl of their shared desire.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Joan's Room. Content Warning.
Then, with a primal surge of power and longing, he thrust. The bed creaked a rhythmic protest, mirroring the rhythm that was building between them. Each thrust was deeper, more insistent, pushing them closer to the edge. Joan’s fingers dug into the sheets, her back arching, her hips meeting his powerful rhythm. The world outside the bedroom faded, replaced by the symphony of their gasps, the slap of skin against skin, and the undeniable, exquisite friction that promised an explosive release.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The low hum of the city was a distant murmur against the frantic rhythm of my own heart. We’d just settled back into bed, the lingering warmth of a shared meal and laughter still humming between us. I’d been teasing her gently about her competitive streak during our last board game, and she’d retaliated with a playful shove, tumbling into my arms.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Joan's Room. Content Warning.
He breathed in her scent, a soft groan rumbling in his chest. “Joan,” he whispered, his voice thick with want, “you have no idea.”
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy