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Shaven Havens Part Two
I came home after a long day at work, wondering what I should write about. Before writing I needed a shower, my girlfriend said she would join me in the shower, but only if I undressed her first. As I pulled down her trousers and knickers, I saw that she had shaved her pussy again. So, here’s part two of shaven havens, as we both are freshly shaved. I shaved fully yesterday for the second time. In fact, I am getting used to being shaved and think might stay that way for the foreseeable future. My partner is non-committal on whether I should stay shaved or not as happy either way.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
Make Love to Me...In Front of the Camera?!
This particular fantasy has been on my mind for a while...something I've been cooking up in my head for some time now. I was on my way to work one day and while sleeping on the train the fantasy appeared in my head like a dream. I was in the bedroom already, wearing a see-through purple lace dress and sipping on a glass of chardonnay. He walked into the bedroom, wearing black silk boxers and sipping his own glass of chardonnay. The photographer was at his post on the far left, camera ready & focused on the scene in front of him. As if the photographer wasn't there, he proceeded to come towards me, put down his glass and take mine out of my hand only to throw me down on the bed, rip off my dress and hungrily grab my legs; KISS THE PUSSY TIME! I moan, I grind my hips, he makes sounds along with me; CLICK CLICK the photographer captures every moment, every sweat drop from my forehead, every lick of the tongue on my clit. Before I cum I decide to give him a little slip n slide so I switched to a sixty nine position. Slurps n licks on both ends were captured on film & we continued to let out our freaks within. We shared powerful orgasms at the same time and I took this as an opportunity to ride my wood; we cried out each other's names and the photographer's camera captured it all. We reached our peak together and kissed each other with passion; we then laughed as we looked at the camera, proud of our recent action.
By Kai Storm8 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Sighs
They were standing too close. His girlfriend by his side, her boyfriend by hers. And it was crazy to even think about him ripping her clothes off when her boyfriend was sitting right next to her. But the craving was too thought-consuming. She wanted him. Badly. And by the way he kept looking at her, he wanted her just as much, maybe even more. And finally, she had to go to the kitchen to get away from him. She dipped her hands under the cool water coming from the faucet and washed her hands with cold water, splashing it onto her face as well. She took the small towel from the refrigerator door and patted off the excess water from her face. As she turned around to rejoin the others, she bumped into a hard chest. She swallowed hard and looked up. It was him. Oh, but he looked damn good. Too deliciously bad for his own good. She decided to take what was left of her common sense and tried to walk away, but he stopped her. The towel in her hand dropped to the floor, and she couldn't dare to look at him. He tipped her chin up and made her. She met his hungry gaze, which skimmed down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She licked her dry lips and in a second, his mouth crushed hers. There was nothing gentle about it and she expected nothing else from a starving man.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
When He Reaches Out
I think the hardest thing about moving on is not knowing if the other person is moving on too. I received a message nearly over a month ago from my ex-boyfriend. It had been nearly six months since we had ended it and we hadn't spoken since I gathered up all my things from his place and left. So, needless to say, I was caught completely off guard when I saw his message.
By O8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 1, The Arrival
Her fingertips twist around the ends of her hair. She was nervous, practically shaking with anticipation. Her sweaty palms rubbed over her jeans, while her eyes were glued to the digital clock posted up near the departure announcements.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
A Dream
I remember the face but not the name. I remember both her hands fit perfectly in one of mine as they were pinned above her head. As I kissed her lips I traced her body with my fingers. I pull her up to peel her blouse from her body. As I lay her back down her hands are once again pinned above her head. I tease her lips with the thought of a kiss. My fingers brush the skin down the center of her body until I reach her waistline then start to trace the crease of her pants up her inner thigh. As my fingers reach the center of all creases its wet and she lets out a light moan. As my hand rubs the crease I kiss down her neck to her chest. The kisses get lighter forcing her chest to rise to my lips. As I make my way down her stomach I begin to peel her jeans from her shaped legs all while her back rises begging for me to go further. I kiss along the outline of her tan line, teasing the temptation. Pulling down her pink laced panties, I follow the center bow to meet a taste of a syndical temptation. The taste of lust pierces my lips and I begin to crave it. Her hands now pinned on her sides of no freedom to this control she no longer has. Her body begs for me to continue, it pleads for this ecstasy. Her hands clinch the sheets below as her breathing becomes heavier, her back arches, body on hands and knees begging for more. With just my mouth I make love to her. Her muscles tighten as she flirts with nirvana until her tongue unties and a moan can be comprehended. She speaks softly but demanding as she asks me to make love to her.
By Blake Mercure8 years ago in Filthy
Arousal Lake
It was the warmest day of summer. The twentieth of June. They always casually just ended up there. Years later, nothing has really changed. His eyes never left her. Never missed an inch of her milky skin. He took in every curve of her body, her breathtaking smile, her captivating eyes, they penetrated and heated everything it laid eyes on. And once they laid eyes on him, his blood boiled, his skin burned, and he got rock hard. But this time he'd have her. Fully have her. No more wet dreams. He'd have her underneath him, writhing, screaming out his name as he pushed her over the edge over and over again.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Time Stands Still
“Take your shirt off,” he ordered quietly. He switched his music playlist to something more relaxing rather than upbeat. I think it was a mix of Blue Foundation and Bon Iver. Pretty good music to get high to, if you ask me. I took my shirt off and tried to relax on my stomach. His sheets were fluffy, comfortable, like marshmallows. It was so hard to stay awake.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Biting The Dare
Why did I ever think picking dare was a good idea? It was pitch black in these woods, fog creeping about in-between the trees, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots echoed throughout the air. I didn't care if I looked like a loser for not following through with this dare. I wasn't about to die out here alone.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Welcome to Kitten Play
BDSM used to be something that was rarely seen or head of, being on of the taboos things in the word that was talked about in hushed voices in other rooms. You probably imagine men in leather and woman wearing strap-ons for dominating a man; and in some way this is true and others not. Not all BDSM is like that, though come one, leather can feel very nice against your skin, but that's for another day. Right now, we are going to focus on Kitten Play.
By Skielar Snow8 years ago in Filthy
Power Play
“I really need to dust in here,” she thought as she kept her face shoved up against the wall as he had instructed her to. He was doing all the right things; biting her neck, pinching her nipples in the spectacularly soft and then sharp way he does, teasing her cunt over her panties in a way that usually drives her insane. However, for some reason, it just was not doing what she needed it to. She needed to feel possessed; she needed her full attention to be on what he was doing to her body and everything she wanted to do to his when he unpinned her arms and gave her the chance. But all she could think about was dusting her kitchen; her body was responding the way it was supposed to but her mind couldn’t think about anything except if she had remembered to get new Swiffer pads.
By Leah Savage8 years ago in Filthy
BDSM: Polyamory
Polyamory is, in layman's terms, many loves. That is the literal translation of the term, to say the least. Many people in this world are polyamorous and many more frown upon it because it is not between a single man and a single woman. It is put down because it is against biblical standards. Many places have shunned the idea or made it outright unlawful. It would seem that the only actual problem is that polyamory is against the “norm,” against the perception of the “average” person, and against what is socially acceptable.
By January Greene8 years ago in Filthy