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Please Stop Saying Looks Don't Matter
I happened to come across yet another "what I look for in a man" article the other day. You know the type I'm sure. It is usually written by an attractive and successful woman, and filled with advice for the modern man to help him win more dates with women like herself. This particular article was well written, kind of funny, and well intentioned it seemed. However, among the author's many bits of helpful wisdom she included the classic line I have heard from many women of the years that "looks aren't all that important."
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Filthy
5 Role Play Scenarios To Spice Up Your Sex Life
In a world where life has become some sort of gruesome dystopian novel, the last thing anyone needs is boring sex. Sex has always been one of many great stress reliefs aside from love and cheese. Cheese is of course an optional stress relief but it’s always served me well.
By The Darkest Sunrise4 years ago in Filthy
Most Beautiful Women of Summer 2021 Part 3
We are going as far to say that 2021 is "The Most Beautiful Summer of All-Time." Never in the history of all-time has more beauty and productivity been distributed on a daily basis. Instagram has changed our lives. We can see greatness in various places and women who we'd previously never know can influence us all with their happiness, healthy living, accomplishments, motivation, diversity and flat out gorgeousness.
By Winners Only4 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Four Eleven years later Bridgett’s arms were secured to a hook above her head, and her golden naked body was on full and glorious display for Marcus as he circled her stroking, pinching, and spanking at his whim. She loved these times when she could fully let go of everything. There was no need for her to put on her masks that branded her the leader, the dominate one. With just Marcus present she could be his sub and let him take her wherever he chose, it was heaven and hell wrapped in one. The years fell away, and it was like it was in the beginning. Marcus hadn’t known what he was back then, and Bridgett was so new and terrified after what had happened in her village that all she wanted was to feel safe and taken care of. Marcus had done that for her, taking her from that tavern and setting her up with him in his manor home. It was during this time that Marcus had taught Bridgett about submission and dominance, and though she may submit to Marcus whole heartily and there were times she needed it, she did prefer to dominate hence the ball gag he had secured at her mouth to prevent her from issuing commands of her own and forcing her to obey. She shuttered has he ran his hand up her back and gripped her hair in a vice like hold forcing her head back.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Pause
It was time for my brain to start justifying what my body was craving. Past transgressions were prime. Like when Jim knew how much I wanted Hillary from the office. I restrained my approach to Hillary; us being colleagues and all at the agency. But at the company Christmas party, a time notorious for office indiscretions, Jim swooped in and took her home that night knowing full well I had designs to do the same. He who hesitates....yada yada yada. Not that he rubbed it in afterwards, but Jim was always one to share conquests and he told just enough to taunt me sufficiently. But he was dating Lynn at the time, though not living together at that point. Maybe Hillary would never have had anything to do with me. Maybe she would. But the evil monkey in me did cry “payback” for wounds imagined or real.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
First Day At Work - An Office Erotic Story
It was her first day of work and already Leila was nervous and frantic. She almost twisted her ankle running down the street in heels, and barely made it to the auction house in time for the morning meeting. Luckily, she landed her dream internship right after graduation and would be training under a world renowned scholar of European art, Aaron Blaise. Apparently he had a shrewd eye for beautiful masterpieces and was highly experienced in the field. Given his esteemed reputation, she envisions her soon-to-be mentor as an older gentleman with distinguished grey hair.
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 3
Sunlight turns the inside of my eyelids orange, and Sam's cologne stains my lungs. I lie in bed, feeling firm and warm arms around my waist. I feel breaths brush my nose, tickling my skin. I open my eyes and see Sam watching me. "Hey," he says lightly, his lips puckering.
By Starbucks Quxxn4 years ago in Filthy
Josh Flops
The air that night in the graveyard was so cold Josh could feel the frost cling to the hairs on his nose. He just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He watched his best friend’s dad’s casket get lowered into the ground. He looked around at everybody’s faces. He didn’t understand how these people could feel differently from him. He knew he could see the bigger picture in this. Josh felt around the outside of his front left jeans pocket. He squeezed the denim together against his phone making sure it was still in there. He clicked the button on the side and looked at the time. It was 6:28 P.M. Only three minutes had passed since he’d checked it last. His girlfriend texted him; she told him she missed him. Josh caught a glimpse of his best friend’s eye before walking to his car.
By Pauly Chaon4 years ago in Filthy
Goddess of the Universe
She was in a black dress with art all over her, had the mind of a professor but the creativity of picasso. I was struck by her demeanor no small minded tactics as she looked around my bland one bedroom apartment. She started painting a king with her words as we exchanged ideas and knowledge, but as the exchange of conversation happened the moon and sky shower curtain started reflecting off of her. Her observations were deep,but her intentions were pure creation with lust for a man who has creativity of a god.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Three It took Marcus three months of going from his various houses that he still held the deeds to before he found her. The sleepy little town sat on the base at the cliffs where the manor rose into the mist. starting in the local pub he found out that she had hired a butler and at least one maid to take care of the house for her, but mainly kept to herself.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
