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Love Shadows: Part 8
The late night summer breeze brushed Lena's face as soon as she exited Elle's car. The scent of pine trees and cherry blossoms enveloped her as she glanced at their surroundings. It looked to be a lodge of some sort. A very quiet one at that. Of course, the hour was late and she figured its renters were probably already sound asleep. Like she wanted to be.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
My First Sugar Daddy
Let me start off by saying there's a huge stigma when it comes to having a sugar baby and being a sex worker. I started it off out of curiosity for an app that's purpose is to help you find a sugar daddy. If you are a sugar baby on the app, you can join free, sugar daddy's pay for a trial. I met my first sugar daddy, who I will call Professor. We had a meet and greet for our first time meeting at The Melting Pot. He was shorter than I expected but I also wore heels. He talked about how he is a grandfather. He has children that are all older than me. Pretty lonely man, I pity him to be completely honest. He did not touch me the first time we met nor did he give me an allowance which is expected. He talked about science and stuff I couldn't relate to. It's very awkward during conversations with him because I can't relate nor do I have an opinion on most topics he likes. Second time we see each other he took me a museum where we didn't really talk. After the museum, he brought me to his house which is nothing fancy, he's middle class so he gives a small allowance. We went into his room where he made out with me and the taste of his mouth made me gag, I tried to hold myself together and not purge in this man's mouth while he tried to kiss me. He started stripping me and I just laid flat on the bed. He gave me terrible oral for the longest time. His mouth was way too warm on my vagina. He came up next to me, kissing me more. I told him I could not have sex with him that day because it was my deceased mother's birthday. He held me, told me he was there for me. He gave me my first allowance that day even though he didn't get my golden ticket. My first allowance was $250, at first I thought this was great easy money. $250 every time I spend a day with him seemed good to me. To my disappointment the professor likes to text all day, everyday. I don't have that much to talk about and he bores me so much with his talk about physics. I saw him one more time where we had actual penetrating sex. I wouldn't call it too penetrating though, because his penis is only like four inches. He's an overweight older male with a below average penis size so I found no pleasure in sex with him. I deserve a Grammy for how greatly I performed for him. Professor unfortunately lasted longer than I would have expected, so a few hours later he finally finished. We were supposed to go the movies after sex but I made an excuse to go home because I wanted to scrub the smell of him off me. He drove me home and gave me my second allowance. Never have I cried harder in my life, brushing my teeth and body than I did that day. He wasn't mean or cruel. He actually cared about me and wanted to know more about me but I just couldn't continue with him he wanted to be too invested in me. I felt like I needed something different like a sugar daddy who didn't invest feelings. Just sex and money. I had to be a total different person just to fit his fantasies. I've had more sugar daddies since. Will be writing more so please stay tuned.
By Feeling Brand New8 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegan Part 4
(Continued from Sexy Vegans Part 3) Taking a second and third step took Richard to the end of the bed, only a short reach to Simon's feet. He stopped for a moment, taking in the scene before him. Rachel had a shaved pussy that did look—especially in this light—very wet. Simon was deep inside her. Each time his cock came out, he could see her wetness all over the shaft. The ridge in the underneath of his cock was swollen and his balls hung down between his legs. Richard was transfixed with the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her perfectly formed pussy. Not just the sight though, the smell—that intoxicating mix of sexuality that filled his senses. His knee pressed into the end of the bed, his other knee drawing up beside it as he knelt at Simon’s feet. His cock twitched between his legs, and he thought that if he touched it, he would surely explode.
By Alex M. Novak8 years ago in Filthy
What My 'Sex Talk' Should Have Been
A little disclaimer before we get started: I am so grateful to be a woman in this day and age. Yes, there is still too much inequality going on, but never before could a woman so openly talk about sex, birth control, periods, and female anatomy as we can today. I was raised in a very old-fashioned household, and I was left completely in the dark about my womanhood. My parents wouldn't let me go to sex ed class, and the topic at home was swept aside with, "Wait until after you're married." To be completely honest, I knew absolutely nothing about my vagina until I was eighteen (and even then, I was taught by a boy I met online…but more on that another time). I don't know about you ladies out there, but because I had to learn "on my own," I made mistakes that have greatly impacted my life. I don't want this to happen to anyone else, so I hope you parents out there read this with an open mind.
By Kathryn C. 8 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 3
(Continued from Sexy Vegans Part 2) Richard stepped onto the first step; immediately it creaked in a way that he felt sure they must have heard. He was positive they wanted him to watch. He had certainly heard Rachel say it loud and clear, but what if he was wrong? This could be a disaster. His hand on the rail he moved to the next stair; if this one creaked he would give up. Keeping his feet on either edge worked—silence as his feet sunk into the rich beige carpet.
By Alex M. Novak8 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 1
Rachel held the wine glass up to the old cottage window; the winter sun highlighted the one fingerprint that was in danger of spoiling the whole dinner table. For her husband, Simon, that would not have been an issue, but for Rachel, it was critical. She wiped it with a clean towel and smiled as the rays of light created a purity of shine that completed the table laid out for three.
By Alex M. Novak8 years ago in Filthy
5 Ways to Tell If You're a Lesbian
5. Do you watch movies for lesbian characters? If you watch movies or TV shows only because you heard there are lesbian characters...you're probably gay. This is something all questioning lesbians go through. This stage is where you're scrounging all over the internet for movies or TV shows that show lesbians kissing, being in love, just being gay. You might even take notes from some of the movies or TV shows you watch.
By Santino Morales8 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Vegans Part 2
(Continued from "Sexy Vegans Part 1") Elle noticed the young man in the car park as she arrived. The binoculars, strung loosely around his neck and resting on his chest, indicated his passion for birdwatching. She watched him set off west on the circular route of the remote woodlands. Elle headed east, the sun breaking through the pine trees, bathing her face in warm light. Her spirits were high as she neared halfway.
By Alex M. Novak8 years ago in Filthy
Lavish Life: Ch. 1
Elliot Grey—that’s me. Vincent Pierce—that’s my goal. I want him to have his way with me in every way possible. I want him to fuck me on his desk, in his car, in his bed, just everywhere and anywhere. I want him to fuck me until my legs are shaking and my vagina is pulsating. I want him to fuck me until I’m crying from pleasure, and the only way that will happen is if I stop being a scared little baby and actually say words to him when I’m around him, like right now, for example; here I am in his office standing right in front his desk, watching his lips move and trying to listen to what he is saying to me, but my eyes keep wandering all the way down his body and stopping at the bulge in his suit pants. Vincent is the definition of a god with his smooth, sharp facial features, with his beige, rose soft skin and emerald green eyes, and his luscious, soft, jet black hair that is always so perfectly messy.
By Lyfes Animosity8 years ago in Filthy
