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SINDAY ; ) Day 22 Short Erotic Stories
DAY 22 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 22 MY LEAD LB sent the text and I know that means I have 30 seconds to respond with a pic from my phone of me on my knees and head bowed low. I rush to the empty office setting up my phone and quickly drop to my knees to pose and send my picture as the seconds count down. I have only seen my Dominate once, a picture on his profile that I chose. After I sent the pic another text came in.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires5 years ago in Filthy
Life on the Pole
Humble Beginnings I wanted the money. I needed a quick way to live on my own and be a so-called independent woman. I was young but legal. And I wanted attention. So an older man I dated, knew the ins and outs of the sex entertainment industry. He talked me into trying out at a low-end strip club. They had amateur night every Thursday, so I prepared for my great debut that week. My man at the time took me to a woman's house where she had a closet full of various lingerie, exotic wear, and shoes. I was excited but incredibly nervous at the same time. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. I was shy to be naked on stage in front of a bunch of people I didn't know. I mean whether I was naked or not I've always been shy to be in front of crowds. And this was in front of a group of men. But I definitely was not a virgin and wasn't new to the sex industry. That is why I was willing to try this new journey. I wanted something different. Something that would make me rich and famous. Something that could give me more opportunities and get me stable. Something that would get me hated but admired.
By Shannahyah5 years ago in Filthy
Seven Days/ Fantasies
Zien was an outstanding specimen of sexy that could stop traffic or possibly cause an accident. Standing 6”2’, 230 lbs., with a complexion rich like white chocolate and toasted like almond slivers with cinnamon. He kept his hair cut close with a sea of pitch-black waves. His eyes were black as coal and sparkled like diamonds. They seemed to taunt anyone who glanced at them, causing you to stare. His gaze seemed to pierce deep into your soul, revealing your deepest and naughtiest thoughts and secrets. His smile was mesmerizing with deep dimples in each cheek. His perfect white teeth and full lips made all women fantasize about kissing them and what they might feel like upon her skin. Zien owned a sexy athletic physique, his muscular arms, legs, and 6-pack abs seemed to demand constant attention. It was obvious at first glance that he worked out frequently and he took pride in his appearance. Always dressed in business casual attire during business hours and cruising through the city in his black on black Audi A6. His many tattoos were always a conversation piece as well. Even in knowing how attractive he was and the influence he could have over people, Zien was always very sweet and humble. He had a lot going for himself, he was a good catch and he knew it. Many women all over the city swooned and lusted over him and expressed interest. He would occasionally date and had a “buddy” he would kick it with from time to time for the past year but it wasn’t anything serious and ultimately he had other plans for his future and a gold-digging or groupie chick wasn’t a part of it.
By Kisha Vagaqt Jackson-Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Hands
“Hands are meant to be held” Carina T., Nevada. Do you love the feeling of someone rubbing your body all over slowly? I highly enjoy it when my partner uses his hands all over me. He is always careful when he caresses my most intimate parts, and he is never greedy when it comes to sex. Just feeling him move his hands over my body takes me to a different world, and I look forward to the next time when we connect. He is so patient with me, and he never tries to rush me at all. I am so comfortable with him touching me that I know for a fact I don’t need anyone else to take care of me sexually because he took the time to master how my body moves. I know when I first met him that he was the one that could and did change my ways of thinking about men. I have built up in my head that all men were dogs because of my abusive past. He has shown me that this is not the case, and all men are not my abuser. It took me some time to understand what he was talking about, and even though I did not understand a word of what he was saying to me at the time, I am glad that he was still patient with me and took the time to show instead of telling me.
By Theresa Evans5 years ago in Filthy
100 + Dirty Truth or Dare Questions
Truth or Dare may be a classic party game, but due to the power of technology, this game can be played at the ready. You can play this game in a group chat or just one-on-one with another player (one-on-one becomes more of a questions game style). With so many truth or dare questions to choose from in this article, you will always be ready for the next round.
By Lana Ridlon5 years ago in Filthy
Uncontrollable Need
..........Heat. I am surrounded by flames. My eyes are cast down, half closed, from shyness. His gaze on my naked form is enough to turn my golden skin pink. I can't help but thank the universe that I had chosen this week to shave. I can do nothing but lay there while he contemplates the skin he has unwrapped.
By Jasmine Woodson5 years ago in Filthy
Uncontrollable Need
Takeda's POV I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Everything about her is making me nervous. I haven't been able to say anything to her since I watched her get off the bus. Everything about her is causing this burning need inside me. I can't seem to control myself. When I'm in her presence, it's like some force takes over.
By Jasmine Woodson5 years ago in Filthy
What Lies in the Office
What Lies in the Office Chapter 1: The financial statement It was another busy day at the office on yet another boring Monday morning. Desk life, chained to a computer and tied to a cubicle, what a thrill right? As I sat and pecked endlessly at my keyboard, my mind drifted off and I began to work and daydream at the same time.
By Elisha Cartier Simpson5 years ago in Filthy
Three's a Crowd...Sometimes. Pt.1
My husband, J, and I are homebodies by nature. Although we love to go out to eat or catch a movie, large crowds of strangers at a bar or club are generally a hard no for the both of us. Ever the extroverted introverts and still young enough to crave excitement, we remedied our need to socialize, drink, and be merry by periodically having our close coworkers and “framily” over for late night gatherings. Working the same shift for years had caused us all to adapt to the vamp life, which made 12 am party sessions perfectly acceptable and for most, preferable. Our get-togethers were epic; music floating on clouds of THC haze, the sound of laughter shaking the house. This was our time to unwind-sharing snacks, spliffs, and sips of mixed drinks over stories of terrible co-workers and mutual work woes. Our house was not the party spot, but it was a spot to feel accepted, to be comfortable, to be yourself, and have fun. We had genuine love for everyone who came through on those impromptu turn-ups, but, as always among any group of friends, there is usually one or two with whom you share a special connection. Whether it be a cherished memory or a juicy secret that separates them from all of the rest, it brands their name in your soul as a permanent and unique fixture. Years ago, on a hot summer morning after one such gathering, my husband and I unexpectedly invited a close friend to indulge in our private world and share one such secret with us, among other things...
By Jade Summers5 years ago in Filthy
My Introduction to BDSM
It all started when I was in middle school. Right around the time I hit puberty. Let me explain. I was daydreaming nonstop about being taken advantage of; about being abused, and being forced to do sexual acts. No real people were actually involved in my introduction to BDSM, until later in life. Of course, I didn't know what it was then. I thought there was something terribly wrong with me. I always felt horrible afterwards. Perhaps, the fact that I was brought up in a strict Christian household had something to do with it. I am sure there are several other factors, but the guilt component was strongly linked to my feeling bad after I masturbated to my elaborate fantasies. Bear in mind, I spent countless hours daydreaming and coming up with all sorts of scenarios (not always sexual in nature,) wherever I went. During my mid-late 20s I found out I had Maladaptive Daydreaming, which is another story for another time. This disorder led me to creating numerous worlds, scenarios and characters in my head.
By Katie Jacobson5 years ago in Filthy
