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Food Fetishes and Sex
Sex is one of those extremely intimate interactions that human beings have with each other. We experiment with different sex toys, positions and some of us even use food to enhance that wonderful feeling of orgasm and massive turn-ons. For me in particular, there is nothing like melting chocolate over my partners penis or covering female breasts in crushed strawberries and cream. I've even experimented with ice-cream both by letting my partner cover my vagina in it and lick it off, and I've covered my partners penis in it and gone for that good almighty suck. I decided to write an article on food fetishes and sex, and how these enhance sensuality whether heterosexual or LGBTQ.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
AFFAIR OF THE HEART
W aking up from my late afternoon nap to the sound of Kyle's giggles and my parents' laughter from the kitchen area, I went to investigate what the whole ordeal was. I too wanted to know what could be so entertaining in the kitchen. Walking up to them at a leisurely pace, I was surprised by the view of all three baking cookies and little Kyle covered in flour from head to toe.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani5 years ago in Filthy
Good but hood girl
Growing up on the north side of M-town, I never knew anything outside of killing, stealing, robbing, rapes, gangs, and drugs. Of course that never stopped me from knowing who I truly am and my worth. No matter what the circumstance was I remained true to myself, my morals, beliefs and goals. Now that I'm 21 i'm determined to find away out of all the bullshit i have seen and experienced. Plus i have my best friend/ lover who i've been with since like the 10th grade. We practically watched each other grow up. He's been down with me since baby phat, feel me?
By JustGorgeous5 years ago in Filthy
Caesar
My name is Diane. I'm the eldest of six children. My parents are Mary Catherin and Augustine Smith. I'm of Scottish and Dutch ancestry. My life recently has been very difficult. See, my marriage has been arranged with a man that I hate. A man I could never love. His name is Nathaniel Adams. He is the man my mother and father have chosen to become my husband. I feel angry. I don't want to marry him. My heart is set on one man. His name is Caesar.
By Danielle Mosley5 years ago in Filthy
Reflect, Lick, Penetrate
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
The Third Party
From the half-lit corner of Hannah’s bedroom, I watch as the handsome young man cups her pert breasts, licking the coffee-colored peaks of her nipples. She moans his name- “Tony, oh Tony”- as his agile tongue flickers back and forth, his teeth nip, and his full lips draw her teats into his mouth to suckle.
By Jupiter Grant5 years ago in Filthy
In The Snow
Drew sat in the limo waiting for Abby to come out, scrolling through the pictures she had sent him over the last few months. After that first night they had started seeing each other regularly for the months she was home on summer break, and when she went back to school in the fall, they had continued through phone calls and the computer. And of course, the text messages with teasing pictures. The bratty pictures of her tits with her pinching her nipples, the one of her spreading her ass cheeks to show him the plug she had worn to class that day. Then there were the videos, ones of her finger fucking her pussy showing him her dripping fingers or of her using a dildo or vibrator making herself moan and scream so sweetly. But the timing of when she sent them, usually in the middle of a meeting with a client or the board of his company. Her brattyness had kept him hard, and they always made their phone calls that much dirtier. Then there were the handful of weekends he had traveled to spend time with her, two days of just them locked in the hotel room. And now they had three days together in a snowy cabin, she was home for Christmas break, but her father wasn’t, So Drew was taking her on a little trip. Smiling at what he had planned he put his phone away when the door opened.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy




