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Best Anal Beads for Stronger Orgasms
Today, we're going to talk about anal beads. Anal beads are one of those sex toys that gets a very extreme rep, despite it being one of the better sex toys for couples just getting into anal play. Using anal beads can be fun, and studies have shown that they can provide stronger orgasms, if used correctly.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Filthy
Promiscuous 2.0
The way he looks at me, it's so irresistible. His dark brown hair, chiseled chin, and slightly noticeable muscular body had quite a few of the ladies at work swooning. As he sits across from me at the annual orientation for work, I couldn't help to notice he's been drawing miniature sketches of me, or what looked like me in very provocative poses. To my surprise I was getting turned on. Sadly the orientation was going to take the whole work day. At lunch break, him and I began to talk. I never noticed him around the company before. He's smart, sophisticated, and incredibly good looking. He started his internship a month ago in the IT division of the company, and was excelling at what he was doing that the company hired him almost instantaneously. He asked me out for dinner that evening after work, and I modestly accepted.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 1
ANGELINA Angelina Garcia usually woke up shaking. Morning or night, from earth-shattering orgasms or Julie's convulsing body during her usual nightmares, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she wouldn't know which option it was until she opened her eyes and saw it for herself. Angelina braced herself as she fluttered her eyes open. When she met with the darkness in the room her and Julie were staying in at Loner's Retreat, she adjusted quickly and turned to see her girlfriend of two years, Julie Anderson, groaning and shaking her head side to side, her hands pushing at some invisible force her dream-self was apparently trying to get away from. Angie found herself hesitating at waking her up, as comforting the sleeping brunette-haired beauty she fell asleep next to every night was starting to take its toll on her. Guilt started to kick in, and made the decision for her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Sugar Chronicles - My First Time
Those girls who claim sugar babies don't have to have sex with their daddies? They are talking bullshit! 99.9% of these type of relationships are a sexual one and my experiences are no different. I won't talk about the boring details of when and why I decided to let older men pay me for sex, so let's just get into the dirty details that I know you are all here for. My first time with a sugar daddy is not overly graphic, but it's a situation where I lose control, which is something you should NEVER do as a sugar baby.
By Laura Williams8 years ago in Filthy
Midnight Wishes
You know what I want … That unexplainable feeling of being embraced by you. That naughty sensation of you removing my clothes layer by layer. I like it when you do it. You save my underwear for last. I always feel like a princess when I am around you. You treat me like one. I wonder how it would feel? Placing your hand down there and touching me directly. I only get wet because of you. Even when I do it myself, I only feel it when I’m thinking about you. Your collarbone is the first part of your body that I fell in love with. Your navel, your stomach, your muscles, I have fallen in love with you once again. It scares me. No, that is not right. Rather, it really excites me. Do whatever you want to me until morning. The entrance to my palace is unlocked … I want to just close my eyes. And, I will see you in my dreams.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Filthy
The Man of OUR dreams
So there is this guy ... The man of my dreams, or should I say the man of OUR dreams. And no not our meaning you and I, but our meaning me and her and her being my best friend of years, too many to count. She and I did everything together from our first boyfriend to our first sexual experience. Although we were best friends, we were also opposites, I like music, she likes shopping. I like sports, she likes shopping. I like outdoor activities, she likes shopping...I'm sure you get the picture. We rarely ever agreed on anything but somehow our friendship just worked for us ... until the man of our dreams came into the picture.
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
Redneck Pleasure
“Here” was all he sent; without a thought she was rushing to him. He was leaning on his truck peering down into all that his phone offered. She stopped for a moment to admire all that he was, before making her presence known. Upon noticing her, wearing less than she ever had in the presence of anyone else, he took her into his thin but forceful arms. He held her in a way that made her feel untouchable. He gave her a look that could turn the holiest of saints into Satan's right hand, he held her looking at her for what felt like a lifetime. In anticipation of his kiss she bit down on her soft lower lip until it split open. Just barely able to restrain herself. Finally after an eternity, his rough lips embraced hers with such strength it hurt as if he bit her, but she didn’t mind, his rough bruting passion transformed a church girl into a harlot. He slowly pulled away ready to go inside her….home, her home. She wanted him to throw her up against his truck and claim her body as his, but she pushed that thought out of her head as she bounced round quickly leading him into her room.
By Rayne Nadeau8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition
It's cold tonight. The type of cold that creeps into your bones. The type of cold that leaves you numb for hours. I'm used to being numb, it's part of the job requirements; indulge in random stranger's fantasies, pray to God you don't catch something, and remain completely numb. No one aspires to be a hooker. It is just one of those things that happen. You're going to school, you have friends, living life, and one thing leads to another. 'My family would be so proud', I think to myself as I walk up to the beat up old van parked on the corner. The driver is a gross middle-aged man, slightly overweight, and very sweaty. Considering rent is due, I do not have the luxury of excluding any customer, no matter how repulsive he is, so after a brief exchange of terms and expectations I enter the van. We drive a few blocks away to a vacant lot, it is the spot I usually bring my Johns. He exits the driver side making his way to the rear of the van. I climb through the back, meeting him as he pulls open the sliding door. He smiles a creepy smile and enters. Like I have done countless times before, I let my mind go blank and slip into another reality as he pulls up my skirt. I have long since stopped wearing panties while I was working, it makes the process quicker and easier; in and out. He takes a few moments to apply the condom I had provided before ramming his short, fat, cock in me. When I had first started, being entered without warning would have caught me off guard but after 3 years of tricking, I am a seasoned veteran. He lays on top of me thrusting wildly and grunting, 'This shouldn't take long'. His sweaty body is sticking to me so I decide to help him along with some dirty talk. " Yeah, right there, fuck that pussy", he begins thrusting faster. " Does it feel good on your cock?" He's moaning loudly now, his hands cupping my breasts. "Cum for me!" I shout and he loses it. He rears up pulling at my nipples and climaxing loudly "TAKE THIS NUT"!!!!! And just like that, it is all over. I get up quickly after he peels himself off of me and begin fixing my hair and clothes. He fishes around for his wallet in his discarded jeans and pulls out two crisp $100 bills which he doesn't release until I "give daddy a kiss". I shove the money in my bra, pull the van door open and start the walk to the subway. I need a shower after whatever that was. It has been a good night and I am exhausted.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Play Time
I’m really amazed in the room I have created, could only imagine the fun I’m going to have. Thinking of who will be my first victim, I have plenty, but only two come to mind, and it brings a smile to my face. This just leads to one question, which one goes first? Who is the one that’s going to get a taste of the chains that's hanging from the ceiling? A bigger smile forms on my face, as I touch them while walking by it, making my way to the other side of the room where the rest of the fun is at. The big black closet is where I hold my precious toys. The closer I get to the closet, the more excited I hear them get.
By Angie Ramos8 years ago in Filthy
