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Girl on Girl
I want to rush to come see you and embrace that sexy, luxurious body close to mine. I will hug you long and hard and my pussy will start pulsing just from being close to you. I will lean back slightly and caress your cheek with my hand and stare into your beautiful eyes. Then I will bring my lips to yours and softly brush them together. I will part your lips with my tongue and rub my tongue along your top lip then the bottom lip. I will then bury my tongue into your mouth and pull you tight to me. I will suck on your tongue and then I will pull back and bring your bottom lip close to me with my teeth. I will then let your lips go free and lock my fingers with yours and lead you to the couch a few feet away. I will have you sit on the couch while I kneel on the couch over your legs. Our pussies just fabric away from each other. I will take your face in my hands again and kiss you some more. Then kiss you some more. My lips will wander to your ear and my tongue down your neck. While I kiss your neck endlessly I will lift your shirt over your head and then unstrap your bra; letting your breasts fall out. I will move myself closer to the floor so I can put your breast into my mouth. I will suck your breasts and tease your nipples with my tongue. I will make you moan while I devour your breasts. 1st one breast then the other. Then I will move my lips down your abdomen and have my hands caress your breasts. I will kiss you further and further down - your belly button then your thighs. I will grab your pants while you lift your ass and pull your pants down being sure to feel your bottom while I do so. I will let you sit back on the cushion and kiss your pussy over your panties and feel the wetness on my lips. I will trace your underwear with my fingers and long to touch you under the thin layer of cloth. My hands will touch the bottom of your thighs and gently work their way up and cup your buttocks. I will squeeze my hands and caress your cheeks while I move back up and kiss your lips once again. Soft then hard. I then remove my shirt as I want to feel your breasts on mine while I make love to your mouth. I will shove my tongue in your mouth as far as it goes and show you you are mine. Then after your nipples harden some more as I can feel them on my breasts I move my body slowly back down bringing my hands with your panties off your ass, off your thighs, off your body. I am now between your legs as you sit on the couch. I put each hand on each of your inner thighs and push your legs further apart revealing every piece of your swollen pussy. I start by kissing your thighs and make my way to your cunt and kiss your clit. I then take my tongue and slowly, softly explore in and around your swollen genitalia. I then will take my tongue and tongue fuck you til I can really taste you. Then I will take my mouth and make love to your whole pussy. Teasing and pulling on your clit and inner lips. I will watch and feel them grow. While I softly pull and suck on your pussy I insert 2 fingers into your cunt so I can feel you tighten; feel you getting closer and closer. With one last suck of your clit you will spiral into orgasm. I will gently press my tongue on your clit while you cum. When you finish your moment of ecstacy I will gently kiss your pussy once more and move up to your face and let you see how good you taste. And then I will take you on the couch into my arms so you can continue to come down from your high.
By Jennifer Skinner5 years ago in Filthy
The Path
There was a path behind my old house that, if you followed, would lead you into a lush forest and ravine. I would regularly sneak my friends down there for private bon fires and bush parties. It was completely secluded. I was at a party down the street one night when I got a random text from a huge crush of mine from high school named Johnny. We’d never had sex but we did have one wildly, scandalous affair when we were both in relationships and happened to be at a mutual friend’s house without our partners. He fingered me all night and we made out intensely but there were two people on the couch next to us so we couldn’t go much further. I told him where I was and invited him to join the party but instead, he asked if he could pick me up when I was ready to leave and drive me home. We hadn’t seen each other since I graduated but I always had a thing for Johnny. He was gorgeous, way older and always had this edge to him that I found fascinating.
By Confessions of a Dirtbag, Baby5 years ago in Filthy
Intense Tinder Experience
Tinder... it's one of those things you can love, hate, love to hate and hate to love. In my case, I had been in a 3 month dry spell without meeting anyone new. I had been trying the normal way to meet people but honestly it was hard. So I redownloaded the app, dusted off the old profile and let the swipefest begin.
By Rustice Jodgers 5 years ago in Filthy
Birdie
Her flirtatious laughter slashed the silence that clung in the air, it was quiet and delicate but useful. Our eyes met briefly, almond shaped, brown and deep, as instructed, she spoke “Like I was saying Mr-,” another gentle touch ,“Y’lang” . Y’lang pressed his strong hand as tightly around the small of her back as she’d allow and he was becoming pink and sweaty with excitement. She was a small, petit woman whom everyone called Birdie or ‘bird’s eye’ because of her addicting personality I suppose and omnipotent ability. In an instant her face was closer and she spoke softly again addressing him while his eyes locked onto her lips reading as she spoke, he was a hooked fish on a slow winding reel.
By Positive Patty 💚5 years ago in Filthy
Illusions
“Girl I’m so sick of him and all his shit!” “Whatever! You and that nigga will be loving and slurping each other up later on.” “No ma’am! That is over with. I’m fed up. Like seriously. All this walking around feeling like I’m a damn fool is over with. That shit is hurtful.” “You’re saying that now. You two will be on the gram later on.”
By Denecia Andrews5 years ago in Filthy
Desiree's Tears
The last time I saw her was the best moment of my life. I had the most mundane daily routine. There was no real life in my existence. I got up, went to work, ate the same things at the same times in the same misery everyday. Since I lost everyone I loved to the pandemic a few years ago, Lethargy, Irritability and Bitterness had been my only companions. “They” say all of the things showing up on the outside are evidence of what's going on inside of you. Well, I was a living testament. My heart was broken, and it had come to fruition in every arena of my life. Passion was absent. Growth was nonexistent. Survival was my only stimulus. And I was resigned to die in that state. One fateful day I collapsed and was rushed to the ER. The doctor told me there was nothing he could do for my condition. Close monitoring was the only service available to me because there was nothing actually wrong medically. It was like my heart was just giving up. I was almost relieved. Sure, there was the fear of the unknown, but that wouldn't last long. I surmised that I was about to learn the answer to the biggest mystery since the beginning of human existence... What happens when you die? Then a presence entered the room. My breathe was stolen. I heard the alarms of the machines that were plugged into me, but none of that mattered. I had seen my awakening! God should have known better than to make anything so breathtaking. Medical professionals were milling all around me, checking my vitals, and my anger brought me back to reality. I couldn't understand how these people could be in the presence of such an essence and remain the same. She was African Venus energy personified. Piercing eyes. Glowing chocolate complexion. Intoxicating smile. The warmth of empathy emanated from her as if she was animated by the purest love. The doctor had been asking me questions, but the words were late registering. "Sir, are you feeling okay? What are your physical symptoms?" Blah, blah, blah. Completely ignoring him since he had already told me he couldn't help me, my response was to her. "What is your name?" With another one of those brilliant smiles, “Desiree.". Amazing. That one word seemed to take all of the pain and confusion of the past leaving a yearning I hadn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. I honestly tried to control the urgency I felt, but the words definitely came out with some sting. "Can everyone please leave the room now, and let me talk to Desiree?" Knowing glances and embarrassed smiles all filed out of the room without hesitation. After sharing the most inappropriate and intimate conversation between nurse and patient, I didn't care about my heart anymore. Nothing mattered aside from getting to know the beautiful creature that stood before me. The exchange of our numbers led to the intertwining of our beings. Our connection was Divine. I never wanted to be physically away from her, even though her essence was ever present. If we weren’t together, we were on the phone. If she was working, so was I. If she was eating, I had prepared it for her. There were no tasks too difficult, no obstacles I wouldn’t conquer, no depths I wouldn’t descend to give her the slightest of delights. When we showed up together a week later for my follow up exam, the doctor only smiled. I could see in his eyes that something was wrong, and, if this guy decided to give my Lady some bullshit about employee/patient fraternization, I was going to toss him through that window behind him. We would just go on the run, Bonnie and Clyde style. He painfully started, “I have consulted many specialists, and as far as we can see, you have a condition that has never been documented. The good news is that you could live longer than all of us because your blood panels are remarkable, but the one thing of which we are certain is that any extreme exertion could stop your heart. Anything from a violent sneeze to a car accident. We just don’t know what type of stimulant will cause complications, but I recommend absolutely no strenuous activity. The only exercising you should be doing is walking. Unfortunately, this includes no type of ejaculation, aside from maybe an occasional nocturnal emission. Sex is one of the best exercises for a healthy heart, but you no longer qualify for that label.” I felt the world crumble! How could the perfect relationship not culminate with an experience of blissful unity? Sex was not everything, but it was important to both of us. We had been discussing our futures and were ready to make that next step in our union. When I looked into her eyes, I expected to see disappointment, regret and hurt, but all I saw was love, acceptance and understanding. Over the next few months, we became truly inseparable. She allowed me the pleasure of pleasuring her regularly, and, surprisingly, that was more than enough to keep me happy. As long as she was satisfied, I was in ecstasy. She always had the glow of a woman completely satisfied by her man, and my pride in that fact was enormous. With my milestone birthday right around the corner, we made the decision that it was going to be special. My request was that she gift me the honor of surprising her with whatever I chose for the day. Since me being surprised was ill-advised, she promised no input whatsoever on anything that happened. The day was totally mine to do with as I pleased, and Desiree was just along for the ride. Thankfully, it fell on the weekend, so I didn’t have to schedule around our work. When the day arrived, I could see and sense the giddiness in my Love. We started the day with breakfast in bed, feeding each other passion fruit and sipping champagne. After showering together, we spent hours at a spa getting the full Treatment for couples. As the only man present in the establishment, I was ridiculed repeatedly, especially after deciding the facial cream tasted delicious and expressing it aloud. Plus, I had never had a manicure or pedicure and both showed. Whatever. After tailored formal attire for us both, ice cream and a private viewing of Love Jones at the local theater, we had the finest dining experience. Everything was perfectly paired and timed. All flavors and sensations complimented each other from the wine and courses to the music and milieu. Perfectly balanced ambience was continued with our chariot arriving. Climbing into the back of the limousine, we were greeted by a waft of sandalwood and surrounded by the voice of Goapele. My day, my favorites, but she loved my taste. Good music and comfortable accommodations. Good company and great conversation. Foot massages and laughter. My moment of clarity and overwhelming adoration. My reality and my fairy tale. I had traded in my former companions for Love and Peace. When we arrived at our destination, her awareness of the location was evident. The friends of the one tear that escaped those brown eyes surely blurred the vision of my family heirloom. I was raised on the Lovehall Cabin Estate and born in the stream that flowed through the property. But this property had taken everyone that I loved. My twin stillborn beside me. My grandparents lynched and hung from their own trees when I was a child. My father murdered in a burglary while my mother and I were grocery shopping. My wife and mother suffocated in these bedrooms during quarantine by the coronavirus. I vowed never to step foot on this burial ground again, but I knew she was more than curious about the place that shaped the man she loved. The tension and heaviness was shattered by the ominous scream of the barn owl above us. Both startled, we laughed at each other and remembered this night was for celebration and long from over. Giving her a brief tour of the place granted me the reward of a long, lingering, loving embrace. It all started with sweetest nuzzle and briefest brush of our lips. With the temperature and hunger rising, our clothes seemed to melt away. There is no feeling this side of heaven better than her skin against mine. Instructing her to lie down on her stomach, I proceeded to rub her body down with a new oil that was supposed to sensitize the skin to every breath and caress. The intensity of her moans seemed to pull the flames from the fireplace into our combined auras. Rolling her over and looking into her eyes in the glow of the candlelight, I saw it all. Heat. Desperation. Longing. Readiness. Painfully, I took my time and oiled down the front of her body with the same control and determination I had just shown to her backside. Somewhere in the midst of a rub, press or squeeze, she exploded. Damn, I need a lifetime supply of this oil. I couldn’t take it anymore. As our mouths met and tongues danced, her fingernails seemed to be drawing blood. I snatched her on top of me and allowed the natural grinding of her hips to continuously brush against me. Feeling my hard warmth against her calmed her immediately. Even enraptured in such passion, she was still concerned with my health. How could I not love this woman? Feeling that the moment was almost lost, I pulled her up and positioned her treasure on my mouth. I licked and suckled at her sensitivity until she was boneless, and then I went for it. I pulled her back down the length of my body and slowly slid into her for the first time. The sound that escaped her lips was beyond a moan or groan, and she instantly climaxed again. Feeling her gripping me with those pulsing contractions sent me over the edge. After abstaining for so long, I refused to be robbed of that experience. Immediately, I felt her body tense, and not in a good way. When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me with eyes full of loving panic, shaded by the pleasure she had just received. In the most soothing baritone I could muster, I reassured her, “I’m not dead, yet. If it’s my time, I’m okay with that, but you promised no input on what we did today, and this is what I want. I’ve wanted it from the first time I saw you! Can I have it?” Another tear. With her fear slowly subsiding and my strength still standing, her only reply was motion. I did my to best remove all of her apprehension and show her all the love and appreciation I had built up over the last few months. Nothing was off limits, and we made it through the entire session without even a hint of complication. Basking in the afterglow, euphoria settling on us, I broke the silent Contentment. “Thank you for giving me the best night of my life. I know it was completely selfish of me to put you in that position, but I want you to know that even if I would have died, there would be no greater death than dying to give you the look of love and gratification in your eyes right now.” The smile that statement elicited warmed my heart to the point of pure bliss. That smile seemed like the purpose of my life, the goal of my existence. And I fell asleep peacefully, never to awaken again. I am certain there were many more tears.
By Lekan Sepo5 years ago in Filthy
She’s an angel
She moves with such soft grace, dancing around my room on her tip toes. Her fingers playfully stroke through the plain lace curtains. My white shirt drapes over her body leaving just enough flesh for my imagination. The sheets still remember the way I made her crumple them in her fist while I plunged deep inside of her. I love the way her boobs bonce with every thrust. It makes it fun to try and catch her nipple in my mouth to play with.
By collette_235 years ago in Filthy
Sexual Training
She tells him to come in and take a seat on the couch! He does as he is told! She sits down in front of him wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse, the two top buttons undone! She lowers her glasses on her nose and says,"I am your sex therapist, and you haven't been to see me in a while, how am I suppose to help you if I don't see you? I feel neglected, how should I punish you! Question, do you like the way that I look in this skirt? Do you like the way it hugs my ass?" He replies," Yes!" She laughs walking towards him, says," Do you want to touch it? I bet you do!" Answer me!"
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
