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Things I Love
So soft, just like ripe peaches. They're thick and supple, they come in different colors and textures and all of them are beautiful. Even the ones that looked to be damaged, those are the sweetest and all the more gracious. You can run your hands up them, squeeze them, and kiss them. You can even bite into them- be careful though it could hurt them.
By Tylee Mills8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Naughty Gypsy
Normally, I would be the first of the carnival workers to be excited for the costume contest we held annually. But this year, my wreck of a love life had really taken its toll on me, and my mood has been affecting my charisma for the art of costume selling. Its so bad, I only came to work with cat ears and some black press on nails.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Hottest Redhead Porn Stars
Red hair is so sexy, and yet it's so rare! Redheads always have that sultry vibe going on, and that's why they always manage to catch our gaze. If you love redheads as much as we do, then you need to check out this awesome list of the hottest redhead porn stars on the scene.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Filthy
One Night
It was a snowy Friday night in December. I had worked all day and was looking to blow off some steam. Drinking with friends seemed like a solid idea. Since I had just lost most of my friends due to a tough break up, drinking with a previous Tinder hookup and his friends was the next best thing. I had just moved into a new house, so I decided to be the host. I did my best to throw on some makeup and whip the house into shape.
By Abigail Jensen8 years ago in Filthy
Subject of MisTranslation (Pt 1)
Upon arrival to the auction, the slave trader walked me in collar and leash, with only a robe to cover my nakedness. I was not ashamed, it just felt so odd not having my usual clothes, but then again, I hadn’t been wearing clothes for a month now so it really couldn’t be that different. Master (slave trader), led me to the center of the warehouse where he had set up the “stage” for my display, the stand with my new and only outfit, and the booths for the potential buyers to relax in privacy with a full view of me until the auction was complete. Master removed the robe, and told me to kneel; I did so immediately. Sitting on my knees, hand turned up on my thighs, knees spread fairly far apart, back straight, chin up, and eyes down. I waited for everyone to arrive and my auction to begin. About fifteen minutes later, the first Buyer was escorted in and shown to his booth, approximately five minutes later the next buyer was shown in and so on until all six buyers had been seated. The booths were soundproof, with a microphone which was connected to Master’s headset for communication.
By Amanda Tucker8 years ago in Filthy
Royally Flushed
The king had never looked at me with anything but indifference. In fact, his eyes had never met mine until now. My service was to clean his chambers and tend to his wife. But tonight, his eyes were laid upon me with a fierceness I knew not what to do with. His eyes were whiskey-colored, the kind that all the women in the village squirmed underneath their petticoats for. And now it was my turn to feel the king's burning gaze upon my flushed cheeks.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
This Is You
A knock on the door woke me up from my deep sleep. The thunder was loud outside, the rain was pouring, sliding down the windows. It soothed me. Relaxed the tension in my shoulders and mind. But it was also a constant reminder of the person I used to be. A storm-filled monster ready to drown anyone who dared to make me feel something other than him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
