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Tied to the Bed
The sheets were cool and soft beneath her skin, she had a sneaking suspicion they were genuine silk. The buttery soft fabric cradled her in luxury. She lay exposed in only her bra and panties. She wanted to strip them off, but her wrists were tied above her head. The silk around them wasn’t tight, but she had agreed to have them restrained.
By Penumbra Mea Culpa4 years ago in Filthy
Annie
“What was the name of your hometown?” I gasped trying to divert and delay. Annie was looking at me with her startling blue eyes which peered out from under her ratted blacker than black hair. Cut short with a single curl for a side burn on either side of her rouged cheeks, she seemed to me to be the last of the mods from the U.K. music invasion of the sixties. No doubt, in her day she screamed for John, Paul, George, and Ringo . Now it was the late nineteen seventies and she smiled at me and said what sounded like, "I'm from Kaddiff." in that accent that always made my nineteen year old cock stiffer than it usually was. She was the poshest woman I had ever met. Or at least that is how I felt as she was giving me a hand job in the warehouse office where we both worked. She was one of my many supervisors, so what’s a fella to do. The way her tits with the ski slope swoop from the bra-less seventies came to a point of reserved English ecstasy and bounced as she went about her handy work were a sight to behold. Actions that pulled apart buttons on flimsy fabric giving me a down shirt display. The visual had me smitten and bitten. Her lacy finger-less glove magic was bringing me off fast. Just like this little kitten liked it when working my dick with her mittens. Not to mention, I would last a little longer when she mounted me after business hours. These were the best work breaks ever.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Status Update
STATUS UPDATE: Mornin’! ☕ I know, I know; “Girl! It is 11am, it’s barely still morning, where have you been?” Well, I was sleeping in, like super late. It was so nice to sleep in and NOT be late for work or actually late to anything, I’m so use to being late that having no-where to go is so refreshing. Now, I’m sitting here with a nice hot mug of coffee, about to get my day started.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Filthy
I Am Not Interested In Sex
There is a terrifying pattern going on in large numbers of the relationships and committed relationships of today — no sex. I realize you've heard all the clicks. Particularly the one with regards to couples not having intercourse after they get hitched.
By Florencia Camila4 years ago in Filthy
