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Sex Positions for Dominant and Submissive Females
Rocco Siffredi once said I am the most submissive girl he has ever met, a compliment that I will take to my grave. Submissive by nature, I used to not even have the capacity to switch. The thought of being dominant during sex was so alien to me, it was a concept I struggled with. In my private life I was controlled, told what to do, I enjoyed obeying, I enjoyed being praised.
By Samantha Bentley8 years ago in Filthy
The Married Woman
She knew that as a married woman, having sex with someone other than her husband could be considered morally wrong. In her defense, her marriage had felt more like a chore than a marriage as of late. Her husband didn't notice her and certainly didn't appreciate her. There was no intimacy and what little sex they had was not about her pleasure. He had become a selfish lover and seemed not to care about her wants, needs, or desires. She met Luis during new employee orientation. She was taken aback by how tall he was, and hairy. He had a full beard and a bushy ponytail. There was something striking about him, his size was impressive, and his presence was commanding. She studied him, the way he walked, the way he talked with a slight accent, and the way he sat, wide-legged and spread eagle.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 4
Mother's Day in St. Cloud was in full affect. And it just so happened to fall on a Saturday, when her son didn't have school to distract him. Lena usually let him plan the day, and it occasionally involved them having breakfast in bed, followed by an outdoor activity, ending with them watching their favorite movie, Godzilla, and pigging out on popcorn and candy.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
My Wife, the Prostitute
I dropped her off at perfect corner on the strip. She was dressed for the job at hand, which was to attract a "customer." Who could possibly drive by my stunning wife, with her long legs held up by high, shiny black stilettos, that extremely tight gold mini skirt, her tight low cut white shirt, and her luscious red painted lips. Whoever would pick her up was in for a real treat.
By Jeff Watson8 years ago in Filthy
It's Just Tits and Tattoos
I catch your eyes as they begin to stare, I have caught your attention. I notice it, my boyfriend does too. I watch as your eyes casually glance up and down my arms, admiring the artwork maybe? Or intrigued and turned on that a woman is heavily tattooed? I watch as your stare becomes more intense, more investigative. They dart around my skin, first the one arm, then the other, you scan my legs and watch as the naked lady on my shin works her way closer to you. As your eyes wander, I watch and wait for the inevitable to happen. My boyfriend is watching you too, watching you drink me in as your pace slows, just to take me in for a moment longer. Eventually, you will do a quick glance toward my tits. A glance that will get stuck. A glance that will never finish, because you eyes will fight with your brain. Your brain screaming, "Don't keep looking! She's going to see you!" and your eyes arguing, "But look at them!" Those huge tits that my mother blessed, or possibly cursed, me with. Are you trying to investigate the tattoo that you see poking out in between them? You can't really make it out when my tits are squished together, but you can see pieces of it, teasing you, taunting you to come take a closer look. To pull my tits apart, and take in the beautiful artwork that graces my sternum in between. Or are you attempting to picture my tits without any clothing draped on them? What the would look like just hanging there, for you to stare at, to possibly touch. My cleavage calling to you, asking you to explore further. Then without fail, without being conscious of it, you will make eye contact with me, or him, and both of us will be staring directly into your eyes. We will let you know we have noticed, that you have been caught taking me all in. You will feel embarrassed, or possibly turned on. Maybe your dick got a little hard, you may reach down to hide the fact. I'm watching you now, I see you jerk on your dick with the slightest movement, trying to control your desires. I will keep my eyes locked with yours, and I'll give you a half smile. Am I interested? Or am I just enjoying the embarrassment or possible guilt that has washed across your face? I would bet on the latter.
By Mistress Mayhem8 years ago in Filthy
Tentacles
I wanted her with every vibration in my being. She walked out onto the deck of the ship that day like a rose unfolding in the dawn of a spring morning. The closer she walked towards me the harder it became to breathe at a normal pace. It was irrational. At that point, I had known her touch before, I knew every curve and crevice. And yet, she was ever-changing into something more glorious than I had experienced the time before.
By Leslie Beyan8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 3
Lena's pain always tasted the same. It was the perfect melting pot of gut-wrenching loss and a bitter debilitating longing for something she'd never be able to have again. It was her favorite kind of motivation. The weight of it could either drag her down, or tempt the fighter in her to suit up, and push through the day, as if her heart weren't consistently breaking with every breath she took. Once Tony came along, she’d had no time to fall apart. Being away from him temporarily had been the tipping point of her surpression, causing it to hit her all at once and with full force.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Overdue for Service
Getting my oil changed is not what I would consider a good time. It's hot and dirty and I typically stand around trying to avoid the other customers. I figured going in ten minutes before closing would mean I would have less people to deal with, and I was right. I could tell he was annoyed when I came in, the annoying bell on the front door ringing.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
