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A Little Less Conversation
My husband and I have been very good about staying home to help with the social distancing and quarantine guidelines. We've hardly left the house in two months. Frankly, I was starting to go a little stir crazy. I had occasional naughty chat and even some video play with a man or two in my life but I really missed my hotwife lifestyle. My husband had just recently been going back into the office for work. We were still being careful but he said that he thought it would be alright if I got together with Christopher.
By Juliet Adelaide5 years ago in Filthy
The Hopeless Romantic Submissive
"What?" I answered with an attitude as I held the phone wondering why he was even calling me considering I told him I hated him a few hours earlier. "Come to my house, park in the garage, call me when you're close." He hung up right after and I stood there contemplating whether I should go or not. Not because I didn't want to see him, but because I knew when I said I hated him I meant the exact opposite. This was no new fling. This was someone with who I'd always had this love/hate relationship. No matter how much time would pass somehow we would always find our way back, but just as fast as we'd part ways soon after. That reason being he had always clearly shown me he had commitment issues.
By 5 years ago in Filthy
A whirlwind Romance
There is a girl named Anna. She lives with her bestfriend roommate named Shelly. Anna and Shelly have been best friends for 5 years. They first met in High School in their senior year. Shelly had just moved into the town that Anna was living in and just started out at the same school. Anna 17 at the time was walking through the halls at school and not paying attention. She was a bit of a nerd, she was an A+ student and super nice. Anyway she was walking through the halls and bumped into Shelly who was trying to find her locker. “Oh....oh my gosh I am so sorry I was not paying attention I am trying to find my locker” Shelly explained. “Don’t worry about it” Anna said, as she was picking up all her books and paper off the floor. “The name’s Anna. Nice to meet you”. “ Hi Anna, my name is Shelly. I am new here to the school and like I said I am looking for my locker”, “ It is nice to meet you also”. After this awkward encounter Shelly left and continued this frivolous journey of finding her locker. Once Shelly found her locker she had gone down the hallway to the left down another hallway past the girls bathrooms and then took a right. She found her locker and she was right next to the most loved and adored senior guy. His name is Thomas Downing. Tom for short. Tom was super handsome, he had dark brown hair, really pretty hazel eyes and the cutest dimples. Tom saw Shelly and his jaw just dropped.
By Ashley Lynn Hoag5 years ago in Filthy
Rice is Nice
David reached for the old black switch with the cracked faceplate and flipped it up. The fluorescent lights below flickered on with a soft hum, but over that he thought he could hear the sounds of breathing. Descending the worn wooden steps slowly, David took his time, savouring the anticipation.
By Bey Deckard5 years ago in Filthy
Best Masturbation Tips
Best Masturbation Tips for Daring Locations Sometimes the usual places are just too boring. Here are the best masturbation tips for when you want to be a little daring, but would like to stay out of jail. These locations feel daring, they are a little daring, but you are not likely to actually get caught and go to jail over trying to have a little fun.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy
Solar Moon
5 She was relieved when it didn’t appear that she had been followed. But what to do now? She didn't think if she went back inside the house she would be able to face her family without bursting into tears. She hadn’t noticed how many had witnessed the bizarre scene play out, but she guessed it was probably everyone. She didn’t want to face them either. At least not until she got a grip over herself.
By Phoenix Stone5 years ago in Filthy
The Scent of Jasmin
Saturday night had come and gone as it had for the last nine months. The same crowd. Same old men. The same bad jokes and even worse tips. But that's what she liked about this place. She lived here in this small town for almost a year trying to forget about her past to forget about “Jasmine”. Her shift was winding down and she began to clean the bar before she shut her down for the night, the same routine, wipe the tables, sweep the floor, stock the bar and close the till. She began to let her mind wander and she closed the gate and locked the bolt on the door. “Jasmine?” the voice startled her out of her memories and she spun on her heels fearing someone had found her this far south. Standing before her was the most cliche man she had ever laid eyes on. “Tall dark and handsome, oh please get over yourself” she mused before the weight of what he had said struck her again. “Jasmine?” He asked again almost pleading. “I’m sorry, you must have the wrong person, my names Meghan” she blurted out, the instinct to hide from her past so strong it was the only thing she could say without turning and running. The light of a passing car fell across his face illuminating the most striking eyes, bluer than she had seen in years, so blue oceans wept in envy. “Oh, my mistake. You look like someone I used to know. Sorry to bother you” her gave her a once over and gave a little smirk before he turned to walk away. It was just her luck the light of another car shown on his head, dark full hair. It was almost to much she wanted to reach out and run her fingers through it and she held his face between her thighs. “What the fuck are you thinking” she berarted herself as she watched him go. “Sober for a year and the sight of one sexy stud is gonna knock you off the wagon!!” She was angry and herself and she turned and walked swiftly to her car, she has a new life her, a new job, and one that doesn’t tempt her to sin! She had lived that life, lived it since she was 14 and she had sworn to the gods that she wouldn’t go back. The drive home was short and easy, only a 5 minute drive from the bar. It was time for a bath, that man had shaken her more than she had realized. As the bath filled she added a few drops of her favorite oils, rose and jasmine. She had been soaking in the tub for about 10 minutes when her mind began to wander, she thought a thought that had come to her many times as she relaxed back, "this tub is to fucking small!" But that was the last cohesive thought she had before her mind slipped back into memories.
By Jacob Tucker5 years ago in Filthy
Pussy Love
I always questioned if I loved her or her pussy. Is it bad to love the sex more then the person? PUSSY TALK IT'S very true. Pussy talks in many ways. I once met this person where I knew instantly our pussies were having a serious discussion after I gave her a very intimate hug. Sometimes it leave us walking too funny becsuse.. well you know why. So it leads me to question where is the connection?
By Safiyah Chiniere5 years ago in Filthy
