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Naked Outdoor Photography Part 4
I took naked pictures in public on and off for around 20 years, which is why this is now part four of stories, tips, and ideas. This is time spent naked alone or time spent with one of the two partners who posed and photographed with me over the years. It’s not for everyone but it’s a thrill when you do it. From the dare site I belonged to, I have had numerous emails from people who wanted to try but hadn’t, or those who admired our bravery in doing what we did.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Filthy
LGBTQ – What's That A For?. Top Story - October 2017.
I logged onto Facebook yesterday and discovered it was National Coming Out Day. How exciting! A lot of my queer friends wrote beautiful and bold posts about their experiences and their identities. Some were funny, some were heart-wrenching. All of them were brave, and I salute each and every one of them.
By Tarin Campanella8 years ago in Filthy
My Favorite Kind of Drink
At a bar having drinks, we sit down at a table. The bar is dark and music is playing, people are talking to each other, and we order another round to our table. This table is perfect for me to begin teasing you, so I start to lightly run my fingers up and down the inside of your thighs. You look at me and as you look into my eyes I know you can tell what's about to happen. As I slide my hand up and down your thigh I get closer to your pussy, lightly brushing the outside of my hand against you. I feel you getting warmer and your body begins to move in anticipation. You whisper in my ear that you want me to touch you, you grab my wrist and slide my hand up to touch your wet pussy. I grab the back of your neck and pull you close to kiss you. As we kiss I tease you with the tip of my finger, just feeling you so wet and touching you but not fully putting my finger inside you. You try to get me to go deeper but I wont. I continue to tease you as I drink my drink and watch the people walk by our table. I breath in your ear and down your neck wanting to bite you but instead I lick and kiss your neck and shoulder. I watch you as your body moves for me to touch it. I lean over and tell you to finish your drink and then I'll go inside you.
By Wilder Easton8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: The Carousel
With five minutes until the clock hit one in the morning, she still hadn't shown up. She was the only reason why I kept showing up for work at this stupid amusement park every October. It wasn't for the pay, that was for sure.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Curious Case of Bisexuality
My sister, Katrina, knew very early that she liked girls. However, when she was in the first grade she had a crush on "the popular guy" (however popular you can be when you're six), and my mother has never let that go. Katrina was in her early teens when she got with her girlfriend, and she came out to my dad.
By Yumi Yamamoto8 years ago in Filthy
Smoking Mirrors
The humidity inside the pyramids was excruciating, but this was her last one. One more artifact, and she could go home, where her soft mattress was waiting for her. Claire stepped through the incredibly small room where the artifact stood in a glass container. The royal cup belonged to one of the most well-known and powerful pharaohs, Osiris. He was also known as the lord of the dead.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Beauty Queen
She could feel his eyes on her. Burning into her skin. With a simple hook of her leg on the solid pole, she slid her herself down. Purposely falling into her customers lap. Her bottom slid against the ridge of his jeans, causing it to swell and bulge. A grin formed on her red-colored lips. She loved getting that reaction from men. But her profession wasn't just to strip. It was art. The art of sensual dancing. Sliding naked thighs against a pole might pay the bills, but she respected herself enough to not take off her clothes. Instead, she seduced her audience with her eyes. The sensual swaying of her hips. Her sexy smile. She had them every single time. This gentleman was one of her more recent customers. He caught her gaze one night while she was performing her most famous routine, the red rose. She smiled at him through her dark red mask, his hazel eyes growing a shade darker. Desire. She loved the very meaning of the word. She lived on it. Breathed on it. She used it in her dances. Anyone can dance. But actually having the desire to perform for your audience was a totally different thing.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Need Me: Part 2
Overbooking myself with meetings was how I decided to punish myself for crossing the professional line with Lucas. We had rules for a reason. They kept us in line, away from trouble, away from dire consequences. Knowing you weren't supposed to test certain waters with your employees did nothing to stop the lust parade Lucas invited me into last week. How could I face him now? What if he filed a sexual harassment suit?
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Hotel
She arrived on time as Sir has instructed, stopping at the front desk to pick up the room key as the text said. She made her way up to the third-floor room, not rushing up the stairs too fast because she didn’t want to flash anyone considering Sir had her wear a short skirt and a thong today. His text had told her he would be back shortly, he was going to pick up something to drink for afterward; she was to wait on her knees at the end of the bed. Sir had spent an hour or two in the room prior to when she was to arrive getting things in place for the afternoon, ties set under the edge of the bed, the bag of toys and items on the table, the tv turned on for background noise... all the essentials in place.
By Amanda Tucker8 years ago in Filthy
