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Who Exactly Spurts the Cream of Useful Ideologies?
Roscoe Forthright is more likely to create a useful philosophy, like Spiritual Fucking, or Blow-Jobs for Higher Consciousness, than followers of Jung, The Communist Party of China or any elected leader in the United States of America or European Union. And certainly not Vladimir Putin. The smart professors at major universities, worldwide, are adding nothing useful to the conversation. Much of what they think up and publish never reaches anyone except other professors. Much of what they publish has more to do with furthering their careers, than providing useful new ideas for the organization of governments and economies.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
Dreams...
Yes, I too can imagine many things, my beauty, like a night beneath the stars, a Summer night, or a meeting in some out of the way hotel. I opened the door of the hotel with the plastic key card and entered the hotel room. The scent of perfume wafted in the air and you rose from a chair in front of the small desk near the dresser with the flatscreen and taking the remote, turned it off. You place it on the small desk and faced me. Until this moment, I was a stranger to you, words on a screen, a Gypsy, and an Assassin, and we looked at each other, your eyes looking me up and down as I see hints of a tattooed form. You are wearing a blouse and skirt that almost touched the carpet. Your wrists and neck glinting from many chains and gems. I walked forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, and you let out your breath, as if you were not sure of this encounter. I placed my hand under your chin and raised your face up and kissed you long and hard on your lips. Your eyes told me that you wanted more than a kiss as your breath quickened as I unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall off your shoulders to reveal a black bra beneath and more of a view of the tattoos hidden before. A quick slice from a blade and it parted in the middle so quickly, all you could do is look down as the cups separated and went down each arm to join the blouse on the carpet. I put the blade away and cupped the full breasts in each hand, and felt your heart beating so very quick as I bowed and gently kissed each nipple, making them smaller and hard. You had your eyes closed and ran your tongue over your lips as I stood, and looked down at you. I knelt and slowly tugged down your skirt. The boots matched the black panties so well, and the scent of you made me want to taste what I have yet to see in the flesh. You smiled and kicked your skirt away, and the blouse with the bra on top and stood there, legs slightly apart, looking down at me. I saw the twinkle in your eyes, and knew why you kicked the clothes out of the way. I cupped your rounded bottom in each hand and drew you forward to bite your panties gently as you shivered and flooded them, my chest, and the carpet beneath. The blade came out once more and the panties were gone. The scent of you rose to meet me as the tip of my tongue parted your lips to the hardness there and your intake of breath told me it was wanted and enjoyed. I turned you gently, and walked you backwards until the bed touched the back of your legs and lowered you on it, gentle, like a flower. You lay there with your legs apart and damp, wearing only your long black boots, your jewelry, your eyes closed, wanting me to take you deep and hard, but I wanted to savor the moment. I stood at the foot of the bed as you moved up the bed and lay your head on the pillow and you bent and spread your legs invitingly. I wanted to enjoy all of you, so I drank your lovely body in with my eyes as I dropped my shirt and pants on the chair you had been sitting on when I arrived, and crawled between your legs. I started with the nape of your neck, a kiss, a gentle bite and kissed your lips once more as you pushed your hips upwards wanting me inside you, but not yet, for I wanted this moment to remain in my thoughts forever. I moved down to your breasts highlighted by the tattoos and nibbled each hard point as you moaned gently. I could smell your passion as you moved your hips. My kisses and lips moved down your belly to your already hard bud and gently bit it. Your voice held no worlds, yet any lover would know that you were ready for more, and I would give you more. I slipped one finger in the oily wetness and felt your G as I licked its hardness and you said softly that you had to pee but I knew it was your G lying to you as I stroked it within. Your voice said many words as you slapped the bed on your first of many orgasms. My ear on your inner thight told me this as I listened to your heart racing. I did not stop, this would be an evening my Gypsy would not forget as I let you catch your breath and brought you to orgasm again and again until you said stop. You were now panting and weak as a furbaby kitten as she lay and panted. I passed you a bottled water from the nightstand and took a deep drink before passing it back. You said she had to use the washroom as I started again, and you flooded the bed as you had another orgasm, no longer caring, and pantingly said enough, you wanted me inside you. I climbed between the warm wetness of the bed and your legs and had no problem sliding deep within. Your eyes opened and looked into mine as you matched stroke for stroke and I could feel your nails rake my back. You took my blade from my boot and made a cut on my shoulder as we became one, and your eyes sparkled as you tasted my blood in a sharp bite as you came again, the blade buried in the wall beside the bed where you flicked it, with a rustle from many bracelets, and your eyes were closed as I let myself go, deep within you. The beast within turns the room red and I can see you laying beneath, thy eyes closed and your heart beating rapidly. I withdrew, and lay beside you, pulling you on your side, your head on my chest. I brushed your golden curls aside and kissed you on the forehead. You slept easily as I gently moved your head to a pillow and covered your wonderful body with the blanket from the second bed. I dressed as you slept, and left the key card next to the remote as I silently left you to wonder if this was a dream....
By R. Herne Steelegrave5 years ago in Filthy
Empowering Myself
So this is a little known fact of my life that only select people get to know about (aka my friends). Because my life has been interesting in so many different ways, I have often been told I should write a book. I'm not so sure about that, but this story and the others in this Saga are just a few of the crazy things I've done in my life, and so far have lived to talk about them.
By Foxxy MomBoss5 years ago in Filthy
True Romantic
This was the last week she was going to be in the states and he had gone cold. All the texts, phone calls, lunch dates, steamy office sessions all out of the window. She was more than just upset. She was pissed the fuck off. Tony wasnt going to just fuck off without an explanation on her last week before she had to go back to Wakanda with her boss and finish her research there. She was not going to let him Stark his way out of it.
By Jade Long5 years ago in Filthy
How the LELO Soraya Wave Changed the Way I Talk About Sex. Top Story - October 2020. Created with: LELO.
I was raised in a fairly-traditional family. We fit the status-quo: mom, dad, son, daughter, and dog. Our house even had a picket fence; it was pastel-yellow, but close enough.
By Jules Fortman5 years ago in Filthy
I Have A Wife Review
Consistency is key when it comes to a good pornographic series on the internet. The most successful company deliver high quality porn scenes on the regular and definitely reap the financial success from it. One of the companies which has seemed to do this from the beginning I think has to be Naughty America. Even watching their old scenes there was a certain amount of quality to the narrative and ultimately the sex. Yet it was the little things as well like where the camera was positioned and what the actors/actresses would say during the sex. Naughty America access is reasonably priced at the moment; for a one month rolling 'VIP' pass it's $29.95 which is pretty standard across the internet. You'll find most porn website hover around that type of price when it comes to the American currency of dollars. There's a 3 day access price of $1.95 which is pretty good and allows you to have a taste of what they have to offer. If you're feeling extravagant you can purchase a 12 month access which is billed as one payment of $95.40. This works out at about $7.95 a month which is pretty good if you have those types of funds available to you. If you're in the money then you can get the 12 month offer with several bonus sites priced at a whopping $239.40. The bonus sites included are Tonight's Girlfriend, Mrs Creampie, MILF Sugar Babes, College Sugar Babes, Randy's Roadstop, Perfect Fucking Strangers and Real Teens VR.
By Roy Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Some Technical Boudoir Photo Ideas
Boudoir Photo Ideas I recently decided to write about some ideas and concepts about having fun taking boudoir photo with your partner. For this post, I thought I would tell you great ideas but focus a little harder on the technical aspects of taking those boudoir photos. By boudoir photos, I mean, the artistic nudes style or the average fun nude photo shoots we all love to do. For a true "boudoir photo" though; generally something is left to the imagination.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy
Lily's Pirate
A soft knocking on the door alerted the dog that someone had come to visit. He looked at his mistress relaxing in a steamy bath then ran out of the room. Another knock at the door, startled the dog into barking as he ran between rooms.
By Wendolyn Walker5 years ago in Filthy
Writing Erotica Right! (Part 2)
This is a part two of my Write Erotica Right series. In part one I talked about story driven writing. Structures and pacing. This is the part about character driven story.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
A Cure For Divorce
I had nearly everything I ever wanted but I was miserable sexually. I was, Ready to leave him he did the last thing I expected!
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Filthy
FIVE REASONS WHY AS A WOMAN:
FIVE REASONS WHY AS A WOMAN: You Should Try Massaging Your Man’s Prostate To begin, we are going to talk a bit about the prostate. Most people out there are familiar with what the prostate is and its function, so if you are one of those people, please feel free to skip ahead to Reason #1. If, however you are reading this saying, “What the hell is a prostate, and why would a straight man want anything up his butt”. Please continue reading….
By C. H. Hammersmark5 years ago in Filthy
Women Like to be Fucked Too
Embrace the Reality of Her Passion Passionate and tender sex; or actually "making love" are outstanding and can prove to be more than passionate. However; some guys get wrapped up in thinking this is what a woman always wants. Truth is, most women want to be actually fucked! There is a line, of course, between rough or hard sex; and abuse. If a man is timid or too reserved in bed; he may never hear from her again.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Filthy