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The Bishop's Daughter
Tabbie would never be able to erase the memory of opening her father's study that evening. Every time she passed his study door in the hallway, she would look at the knob, feeling sick to her stomach. Tabbie had taken grasp of the knob, expecting to open the door to her father reading, perhaps working on his next talk. Instead, she walked in on her personal horror show. On Bishop Kimball's desk was a slim, yet curvy woman nude on all fours, leaning down onto her elbows. Her long chocolate hair hung loose down her shoulder, just shy of brushing against the desk. There was a man on the sofa, sitting on the edge of his seat to watch as Bishop Kimball's fingers pressed deep into the woman's private area, his arm pounding a steady rhythm into her. The woman's back is in a deep arch, a look of pleasure written across her face. The three of them were entranced by the visual; none of them noticed the door.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy
How to Sell Foot Pics UPDATED VERISON 2021
It is now 2021 so I decided to give you all some updated tips and an update on how the community is since I've been in it for 2 years. And I have received so much love for my last articles so I will link them at the bottom if you're just now tumbling onto my articles and curious to know and learn more. Disclaimer: The market and foot fet. community is becoming very over saturated and since the pandemic it has actually become much harder to sell anything! So keep that in mind when or if you pursue the foot selling biz. I had a question box on my Instagram (<a href="https://www.instagram.com/caits.feet/">@caits.feet</a>) where I asked models old and new to the foot world to ask their questions; when reading you may see a question you have asked! If you don't see it, simply email me (email will be linked below with past two articles on this subject) and I will email back with the answer.
By Cait5 years ago in Filthy
How to Start Selling Feet Pics
Ever thought about selling pictures of your feet? Unsure where or how to start? Cait has you covered. In this article, I give you a step-by-step guide on how to turn your feet pics into actual cash! Stay tuned, I also give great advice along the way as you read!
By Cait5 years ago in Filthy
The Problem With Only Fans
People are fascinated by Only Fans. As a historian, I love writing about history. In reality, hardly anyone reads my articles. The most popular posts that I have written have been about Only Fans and social media in general. The popularity of the platform combined with speaking to an aquatint led me to write another post. This particular creator, who wants to remain anonymous wanted to share her experience on the site to help others who may be considering joining, so she agreed to do a Q&A with me.
By Armchair Detective5 years ago in Filthy
Sex with the Servant
Alexandra glanced furtively up and down the hall before lifting her skirts and ducking down the servants stairwell. At the sharp turn, midway down the stairs, she tilted the hoops in her skirt so she could get around the bend. Some days she wished for the smaller dresses of the servants, if only to get places easier.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
The Hottest Spring Bods in Women's Sports of 2021 Pt. 13
Cierra Pyles Ohio State's Cierra Pyles is a talented jumper who just wrapped up her best collegiate season to date. She was the runner-up in the triple jump at this year's Big Ten Outdoor Track & Field Championships with a career best jump of 12.71. Her second place finish played a pivotal role in guiding Ohio State to a win the Big Ten Championship over second place Indiana.
By Winners Only5 years ago in Filthy
Marie, Mary, and Maria
I hate bananas. I digress already. Such a hand holding such a banana which had been kissed and then eaten in one way or another is another story. Let’s delve deeper and spread out into our story, my story of Marie, the French teacher, Mary the concierge (resident caretaker), and Maria the pornstar. You’ll understand that I only met two of the three, but the one that I didn’t still rocks my mind and everything else every other day.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
It May Take Two to Tango
Where do I begin? With the pussy, of course, and in this case, two of them. One for each hand. One for each kidney. I love the feeling of a pussy rubbing against my nonexistent so-called love handles, no matter if the pussy is smooth-shaven or hairy but trimmed. Hell! I’d even accept the Wild West bushy variety. It’s still a pussy underneath all that lucky hair. Can you believe it? I was looking at two pussies at the same time, two pussies in a row, one beautiful pussy next to a second beautiful pussy, one pussy across from another pussy. Two for Tuesday, but it was Friday. TGIF? Those were the days. Now, it’s FOIF (Fuck Off It’s Friday). I still can’t believe my luck, and soon, very soon, you’ll discover why. By the way, luck is always involved to a certain degree when more than one pussy is at stake. One pussy for each ear too. Can you imagine listening to a pussy on each side of your head! I actually told them, the women, not the pussies, that I could die in peace after their pussyfication of my being. I felt like a pussy. You know what I mean. I even wanted to sing. I don’t know, maybe “pussy always on my mind” or “hello, pussy” or better yet, “stairway to pussy.” How I love thee, pussy! Pussies! Don’t let me count the hairs.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Forty Years Have Passed
Hello! How Are You? Bonjour ! “Bonjour !” How are you? “Who am I speaking to?” Jean-Pierre. “JP?” Yes! It’s been a while.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
The Prick With No Prick
How do I begin the tale of the prick with no tail, the prick with no prick, the real prick? The middle of the story is already revealed: the prick has no prick. I could begin at the end and roll back like a fading orgasm, or start when the prick was born in the 1970s. Maybe I could poll you for the better of the two paths to launch this prick-less story. Why don’t you click on any prick to start the story from the start, or on any other word to die first and then live. I can wait a bit.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Guess Who Stole Xmas 2019
I mean, of course, that whoever it was (you’ll find out soon enough), only stole my Xmas 2019. It would have gone viral and still been talked about had this occurred to everyone’s Xmas. But imagine if it had happened. This pandemic would have probably not transpired, and if it still had, it would have been beaten by this cat burglar. If this pussycat could have stolen Xmas from everyone, COVID-19 would have been a breeze, a cinch, a five-finger exercise.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Filthy
Hot Rod Revenge
Diana looked in the mirror, applying her makeup for her date night with Eric. She shook out her long cherry red curls, happy to have a reason to get done up. She was excited; it was the first date night she’d had with her boyfriend in months. This was the trouble with dating a car guy; car shows had been taking up all Eric’s attention lately. Sure, he owned a gorgeous car, it deserved to be shown off. He spent hours every night detailing it, cleaning the day’s imperfections of dust and dirt off the paint, even cleaning the tires if they weren’t as shiny as usual. Every crevice was vacuumed, cleaned, buffed, and checked for scratches. Eric’s car was pristine in every sense of the word; Diana couldn’t even get in if she wore glittering eyeshadow.
By Evie Dahl5 years ago in Filthy