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I can play like a boy
The night has come for the big celebration party at Kaleb’s house. A good friend that I have known for years. The past few years him and I have been getting closer. I have finally admitted to myself that I have a crush on Kaleb. I know that I will be seeing both him and his best friend Joshua at this party. Joshua is another man that I have been getting to know who happens to be Kaleb’s best friend who moved back into town. I am trying to not seem overly excited about it. I have decided that I am living in my femme fatale era, and I am going to play the field just as the boys would do.
By Maya Juarez-Peña3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Lucy, a vision in a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, moved with a languid grace that was both intoxicating and deliberate. Each step she took across the plush carpet was a silent promise, an unspoken invitation.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The afternoon sun, a golden embrace, shimmered on the private beach, glinting off the gentle ripples of the azure water. Lucy, a vision in her crisp white two-piece bikini, stretched languidly on her towel, her curves a symphony of sun-kissed skin against the pristine fabric. A low sigh escaped her lips, a sound that, to me, was an invitation, a soft, unspoken promise.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
The Banana Epiphany. Content Warning.
The morning sun, usually a welcome guest, felt particularly insistent as it streamed into Monica's kitchen. She leaned against the cool quartz counter, a casual cashmere sweater doing little to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. In her hand, a banana – not just any banana, but a specimen of perfect ripeness, a gentle curve hinting at an inner sweetness. "Finally. A healthy snack," she mused, the thought bubble above her head almost audible. "I’ve been craving potassium all day."
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Camille's Summer. Content Warning.
Camille felt the hum of the air conditioner as a dull drone, mirroring the current state of her life. Summer was practically knocking, but instead of excitement, she felt a profound sense of meh. Another season of predictable routines, lukewarm coffee, and evenings spent scrolling through other people's vibrant lives. She sighed, pushing away from her kitchen counter and glancing out her window, a habit born of boredom.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
When she finally broke the kiss, her eyes were heavy-lidded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. With a playful wiggle, she pulled away just enough to reach under the hem of her sundress. My eyes widened as she expertly maneuvered, her hands disappearing, only to re-emerge, triumphantly cradling her full, soft breasts. They spilled out of the front of her dress, magnificent and inviting. I didn’t hesitate, my hands cupping their warm weight, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. A low moan escaped her lips, a sound that vibrated through me.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The buzzing notification on my phone had nearly given me whiplash. A DM from Jennifer. Not just any DM, but an invitation – “Night out of town? My treat.” My heart rate spiked. Jennifer. The Jennifer whose image had been a constant, delightful inhabitant of my more private fantasies, particularly when those fantasies involved her impossibly round, gravity-defying breasts. This was it.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“He’s got a runway to walk, darling. And if he’s late, I’ll be walking him to an early grave.” Ice pouted, a playful glint in her eyes despite the disappointment, and I leaned in for one last, lingering peck. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and danger, clung to me as Victoria finally pulled me away, back into the controlled chaos of the backstage world. The memory of her touch, the taste of her, would fuel me through the bright lights and the flashing cameras. Tonight had just been the prelude.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Ice's broad smile deepened, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in my words. It wasn’t just the expertly delivered pleasure, though that had been nothing short of transcendent. It was the way I’d looked at her, the way I’d listened, the way I’d treated her body as a sacred playground. This wasn't just sex; it was an experience, a symphony of touch and feeling that had resonated deep within her soul.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I shifted slightly, a low groan rumbling in my chest, and she felt the last vestiges of my warmth against her. Her body, though numb, was alive with a thousand tiny electric currents. Her mind, though hazy with post-coital bliss, replayed the frantic rhythm, the gasps, the growls, the way our bodies had collided with such ferocity.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
