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My Favorite Fetish
I guess I would have to tell a little secret about one of my favorite fetishes. It might seem like something that is pretty common, but I find it very arousing. One of my fetishes is to be with two men at once because I love to have a man's testicles dangling over my face while I am being penetrated at the other end. That is not my all-time favorite, but it is close.
By Brandi Payne5 years ago in Filthy
Sexy Prank and Where's the Vengence
It's not just older men that lose their minds for younger women. An older woman can go stupid around younger men. Trevor broke his leg and was laid up for two weeks at home; getting under the woman of the house's skin now that he was always there. At twenty-five, Trevor was a good-looking prize for the forty-three-year-old Vanessa but they were from different eras and lived different lives. His looks would never be an issue, as she came home to find him sitting on the sofa with his leg propped up. Even in just gym shorts and an old tee-shirt, she was happy with what she saw there. His black hair was pulled back in a tail and she did not mind the six days growth, giving Trevor a more rugged, manly look that helped bridge the gap in their appearances. If only he had something to do, other than play video games.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
The Perfect World. Annie Yearning-Desire
Chapter II After the girls finished their discussions and Skinny Latte at the coffee bar. The girls all in their early twenties were walking briskly with excitement. They had walk all the way to the other end of the Mall from where they met up. That was the best shop they could go to. To acquire the required fashion, There was a Japanese Anemia themed store that would most likely be able to supply the required garments. The idea was thought up thanks to what Annie had chosen to wear today.
By Jason Gott5 years ago in Filthy
Pandemic feeling spikes some sexual healing via virtual means
The year 2020 has proven to be the greatest challenge for physical connection within all social settings creating a huge void in the existence of human touch. With closures around the globe of work places, bars, restaurants, gyms, parks, and any venue providing fun activities, everyone has been given the challenge to get more creative with virtual interactions. This has become especially obvious to those in the dating realm or like myself re-entering after a very long hiatus.
By Scarlett Lover 5 years ago in Filthy
Promised to the Devil
The dream is always the same. The wings of the mighty beasts flap viciously, fanning the flames of the fire they breathe on the village from above. The villagers run in fear. The monsters descend upon them, grabbing them by the throats and inserting their forked tongues deep inside them; filling them with an unholy light. As the dragons release their energy into the villagers, they transform into mortal men. The villagers become unwilling vessels and are at the mercy of these vile creatures. They cage them like animals where they remain until the Drago return to reclaim their powers. Many of the villager hosts will not survive the energy transfer. Sharon glistens with sweat as she runs from the dragons. She races through the woods trying to escape, but there is nowhere to hide. A creature chases her, calling her name. Sharon turns to confront the beast, but it vanishes into a thick blanket of fog. She calls out, “I know you’re there. Show yourself!” Slowly the mist clears revealing a golden dragon. Sharon drops to her knees, terrified the beast will use its long talons to rip her to shreds, but it doesn’t. It slinks toward her. She lowers her head. She can feel the hot breath on the nape of her neck as it hisses a promise in her ear, “One day, you will be mine.”
By The Wayward Witch5 years ago in Filthy
Forest Grove
D E A R D I A R Y, After a long hiatus, I am writing to you because this is my first and last year of high school. You know me as Christian, but the rest of the realm calls me Chris nowadays. If you guessed correctly, I’m a senior in high school, and my family and I just moved to a small town in Vermont. And when I say small, I mean tiny. The population is a mere 3000 people, and it’s 2018. Needless to say, we have yet to be discovered by the rest of the world, but my parents managed to stumble upon it just fine. I have two younger siblings, Allison and Terry, who were adopted since I last wrote. Oh! And a cat named Sophia. Introductions aside, my parents moved us from Chicago when I revealed that I was gay. Now, this isn’t one of those scenarios where I always knew I was homosexual. I’ve dated and had sex with girls in the past. I just never had a woman that could meet or exceed my needs sexually. There was only one that came close; her name was Ava. She was a curly redhead with freckles from tip to toe—a bit of an androgynous but particularly dainty.
By imthenwgirl5 years ago in Filthy
He Came from Narnia: Chapter 11
Jackson wandered around the castle hopelessly longing for answers as to why his brother would be involved with the witch of the Dark Isle, he’d obviously been studying for quite some time about her and where she come from. He also realized that the woman he had hired into his home was a spy for the Dark Witch, how could he have missed that? Of course all he really knew about her is that she is clumsy and broke one of his vases upon first meeting. Then she runs away with his right hand man to manipulate him? Jackson was pondering so hard he felt the need to go practice his fencing and burn off some steam. Just the thought that he’d been betrayed by two people he’d been living with, irked him. First his brother and now Matilda! He needed to warn the others about her betrayal and who she really is.
By Khrystina-Lee Meers5 years ago in Filthy
He Came from Narnia: Chapter 12
Shareen emerged from her dragon’s lair skinny, emaciated and with a dragon’s head in her hands; but she wasn’t crying. There were tears in Shareen’s eyes as she walked up the stairs to her alter to place the dragon head among the burning candles to help the dragon pass on and to feed his ancestors well. The guards loyally closed the door behind Shareen and locked it before following her to the alter where she would sit for another 3 days without food or water, just praying to the Gods for her other dragons to stay safe from the terrible sickness that fell upon this one.
By Khrystina-Lee Meers5 years ago in Filthy
