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The Disastrous Emancipation of a Teen Named Ravynn Gall
Today, I’m the Dungeon Master. Nikolas appears less and less, ever since we broke up. We dated in 2nd grade, up until 3rd grade, and then we dated again, and again, and again. How do I describe Nikolas Rester? Let’s start from the beginning.
By Enrique “Ravynn” Arnold4 years ago in Filthy
Requited
Morning light shone through the pale-yellow curtains, warming my soft sweater as I curled up on the sofa with morning coffee. The clouds had parted, giving the sun its time to melt the newly fallen snow. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and my lips lifted in a smile.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Filthy
Thanksgiving
Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from university. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me. We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen-year-old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend’s base desires can get old.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
What stripping on camera taught me about men, sex, and vanity
Background If you have read some of my articles on this subject, you will know I started webcamming in my late thirties as a side hustle to research my debut novel and earn some extra cash. At that time, I had never taken so much as a selfie and my Facebook profile picture was of me aged five.
By JoJoBonetto4 years ago in Filthy
Good Sex continued.
Fast forward six months; Brad and I have seen each other every week; two times where we went about ten to fourteen days without contact, and on the rare occasion twice per week. Our nightly interludes last about four and a half hours; the only planned thing is the time and place of meet-up.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
It was my first day of being a physician for Doctors Without Borders. I had been assigned to a small convent in the mountains of Mexico. The town was Villa Saint Marie, and it was a total culture shock for me. It was like an area of the world stuck in time in the eighteen hundreds before the industrial revolution. There were no automobiles or electricity but there was an overwhelming warmth and love from the people that made the lack of modern convenience seem like nothing. I was not only the doctor for the convent. I also had to fill the job of handyman and do repairs. After the first time of getting water from the well I decided to see what I could do to install plumbing. Doctors Without Borders set me up with a solar generator, computer, and a satellite phone. All I had to do was make the request for supplies and it would be dropped by parachute close to our location.
By John Harrington4 years ago in Filthy
Our First Professional Erotic Photo Shoot
My wife and I have taken our fair share of sexy photos. Usually it’s a few impromptu shots with our phones when we’re in a sexy mood. Other times we’ll go to the trouble of getting out the SLR camera, dressing up, and trying for some higher equality ‘boudoir’ photos. But it’s always a little disappointing. The lighting isn’t quite right or our expressions aren’t as sensual as we imagine. These photos always look better in our imagination than they turn our to be on the screen of our computer once we’ve downloaded and looked at them.
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
A Series: Chapter 8.
Nervously Steve follows Marissa into her home after she opens the door with her key "Well here it is" She says starting to take off her shoes and hanging her coat. Steve does the same "Here come to the kitchen I want to show you something" She says leading him into the kitchen. A small detached home with the kitchen being only separated by a counter from the other room (which was a TV room and dining room split in two) Marissa stretches up, her belly being shown from her shirt and pulls down two glass flutes. "So, I just ordered these online last Tuesday and I loveee them" She holds them up and hands one of the flutes with a tacky, basic design on them to Steve "Oh wow" He tries to sound enthusiastic (not really caring about the damn glass) "They're cute right? I got them specifically for mimosas" She laughs as she places her glass down on the counter. Marissa then walks over to the fridge and bends over as she opens it looking for champagne and orange juice (on the bottom shelf?). Steve holding his glass is starring at her ass, mouth open and his grip on the flute tightens. She grabs the items and closes the fridge pouring them into her glass "You want one, right? Stevie don't let me drink alone" Steve nods and she fills his glass too, but she made his heavier on the champagne "Okay so I know I dragged you over her to hangout and help me straighten up, rearrange and whatever and we are already drinking sorry" She laughs sarcastically knowing she isn't sorry. "Hey, no worries, like I work...harder when I'm a little buzzed" He says back making her laugh "I bet you do" She takes a sip, but her eyes don't leave Steve's vision as she sips slow.
By Jackson Picco 4 years ago in Filthy
