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Subspace
Dara snuggled up against Stan smiling as he ran his hand down her side cupping and playing with her breast on the way down her side, slipping his hand into the waist band of her yoga pants to start slowly rubbing her clit. Smiling when she moaned low arching her back against him. shifting slightly Stan pulled his hand from her pants placing both hands at her hips. Pushing gently, he silently got her to stand.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Chaotica
I was dancing at Villa Alpha, one of the most popular nightclubs in New York City. By now, After two years, I was used to the mechanics of it all — the smell of warm, aroused bodies, the impossibly high heels, the skimpy outfits, the gymnastic tricks that would get me extra UniCurrency tips. Today I had on the expensive holographic lingerie that Janet had just given me for my twenty-first birthday. It changed images with my movements. It shifted from scenes of the city skyline to a collage of red lips to glitter and back to the skyline again. It made me a hit with the crowd. I laughed as I did an upside down midair split that earned me a standing ovation. The UC counter on the screen behind me shot up with tips deposited into my account, and there was an explosion of virtual hearts and roses.
By Fatima Kuyateh5 years ago in Filthy
Devoted
Buildings left in a destitute state crumble into rubble, a dusty breeze flutters what remains of a child’s clawed and tattered dress snagged atop a perched inn sign, violently stained with innocent blood. Golden rays of winter’s afternoon sun blanket the deserted streets. Shadow pockets in alleyways and corners steadily creep outward as dusk eerily approaches. In half-plated armor, she passes through the decrepit echo of a once prosperous town long gone. The sheathed rapier buckles by her side as with her every step clicks the rubble beneath her. A silver locket dangles against her breastplate, arcane inscriptions glimmer in the sunlight etched atop the lockets heart-shaped face and a cloud of fog follows her breath in the chill noon air.
By Femi Akinboye5 years ago in Filthy
Porn stars and scammers. Not what you think
Cortana Blue. Professional cam model, Adult film star. June 30, 2020, got a phone call from Renee. My sister. S he called to ask if I would be kind enough to help my grandmother come home from the hospital. Grandma is 94 years old and back in February, she fell and apparently hit her head. And had to go to the hospital. Of course, I said yes I would. She had been in that place for five months because the Coronavirus invaded the world.
By James Sims5 years ago in Filthy
What it's like writing erotica for a living
"I want you, I want to feel your hands roaming every inch of my skin. I want to know what you taste like at your core," he murmured into her ear, his voice was husky and low. Every inch of her body melted into him. Fire burned between her legs and she could almost feel him, could almost imagine the weight of him on top of her as his cock slid in.
By No One’s Daughter5 years ago in Filthy
A Workout to Remember
She walked into the gym shower after her rigorous workout of lifting, knowing that she had beaten her previous record. Working out always made her feel a little hot but today she was so aroused that she could feel her swollen clit, engorged, ready to be touched and rubbed. She stood in front of the shower taking off her clothes to lay as a bathmat before stepping in, she ran her hands over her hard nipples and gave them a small pinch. Stepping into the shower, warm water running over her back, she heard his voice in the distance, drawing closer.....closer..then she heard that the voice was familiar. She had been working with the same trainer for months now. Showing her how to perfect her movements while lifting, an accidental brush against her breast or the feel of his hands on her hips, touching her thighs. The sexual tension lingered in the air between them.
By Anna Buchanan 5 years ago in Filthy
Dreams of You
The things I think about when it comes to you ..The images my brain dreams of..You not just inside me..You consuming me. Taking everything you need from my body. It comes not from force or threat but a total devotion to you. During the day I have to be so in control so on guard, with you it is different. You are my protector, my hero. You keep me safe from the people and things that want to destroy me. When you stand up for me I ache to be with you, I simply want to be yours. Every part of me aches to be in your arms. You fix everything. I may be able to hold my own but I ache for you to keep me safe. I need someone to be stronger than I am. Watching you defend me, makes me want to fall to my knees for you..The acts of kindness that you show me, literally makes me want to fall before you and adore you. The moment of surrender is never the moment you enter me, it is the moment you protect me. It is a statement bigger than words, that I am yours and only yours and no one touches me but you. My body is your playground. Dripping wax, decorating my body, your hand controlling my breath. Your mouth sucking my breasts and flipping my piercings. Your teeth grazing my nipples, you consuming my body..sub space..the intersection of complete trust, complete surrender.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
St Nick The Dick
Foreword By Robbie Smithson I think its obvious Santa is an asshole. There’s a song called Grandma got run over by a reindeer. Hmmm, who drives reindeer again? OH, I think its Santa Claus, aka St. Nick. Mr. Vehicular manslaughter himself. So why was Santa not paying attention enough to notice grandma, before she got ran over. I’m gonna have to guess he was drinking and driving a sleigh. That is strike one, St Nick… you asshole.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Filthy
