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Loved Completely
The last dream I had before waking up was a sweet one. The kind where prince charming saves the day and everyone lived happily ever after. My eyes opened effortlessly, being woken up by Hubby's movements in bed as he settled into reading on his phone. The sheets felt delicious, I wore panties and a t-shirt to bed last night. My shirt had shimmied up to my neck exposing my breasts with my nipples hard and firm in excitement. I never said anything as I slithered closer to Hubby tracing my fingers down his sides and looping my legs around his to push my pelvis deep into his hips. Soft moans escaped my mouth.
By Jane Smith6 years ago in Filthy
"Brooklyn Nights"
November 1st, 1947 It was raining in the Borough of Trees. A hard rain. The kind of rain that washes the grubby scum from the gutters of Bay Shore down to drown in the teeming, fetid waters of the East River. A crash of thunder woke me up as I was lying there, passed out on my kitchen table. The stub of the Chesterfield cigarette I vaguely remembered lighting was still hanging out of the corner of my mouth. It was wet and sticky, and I had no idea why, so I tried to push myself up into what I hoped would at least pass for 'sitting'. As I did, my head felt like it weighed fifty pounds, and there were explosions inside my skull as if there were a dozen grenades all going off in there at the same time. My eyeballs felt like a coupla fuzzy grapes, and my teeth felt like they were wearing little sweaters. Dirty sweaters.
By John Hamilton6 years ago in Filthy
Part XIX: Hot Summer Bods in Women's Sports & Fitness
Here we are at the 19th installment of this great series. Today we're pushing an Olympian, a college star and a pro wrestler who does it all. If you think women have limitations, you've got to be living under a rock. If you're a guy and somebody says you "do it like a girl," you should say thank you.
By Winners Only6 years ago in Filthy
My Bittersweet Bathtub Beau
“So,” I purred, lying down on the bed beside him. “Do you like my new underwear?” Running my hands over my red satin bra, I rolled onto my side and kissed him. He smiled and I saw his gaze fall from my face to my breasts, the curve of my waist and my new, red thong.
By Marga Leather6 years ago in Filthy
Is It Art, or Is It Porn?
A muscular young woman is accepting fruit from another muscular, young, snake-tailed female in the tree. They both have great asses. Her mouth is suspiciously close to the man's penis. The penis is not erect. But we imagine it could be hard and thick in a heartbeat! Painted between 1508 and 1512. A cherub is suspended mid-air, obviously upset and confused by the whole situation. Can anyone doubt the LGBTQ sexuality of this image?
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
The Naughty Virgin
Charlotte studied her face in the mirror. She was 18 years old and she never wore makeup before today. It felt weird and unnatural and the eyeshadow itched a little, but she liked how the blush made her cheeks look flushed with happiness, how her eyes seem to glow. Her lips were red instead of their usual pale pink. She smiled and checked again to make sure she didn't have lipstick on her teeth.
By Amora Jones6 years ago in Filthy
Part XVIII: Hot Summer Bods in Women's Sports & Fitness
For our 18th edition, we are checking for the greatness of Canada. These three ladies are reaching high heights in athletics and fitness by showing people that through focus, discipline and hard work, goals can be attained. There is even representation that you can stand for what you believe and have a mind, while promoting fitness and beauty.
By Winners Only6 years ago in Filthy
Kitten in Heat: Part 5
Ghosted She rode me until I hit the biggest orgasm, meanwhile, I was feeling the tip of her sword on my wrist as she held me down. I began to scream out in fear over ecstasy. I wanted to be released. I tried to rip her hand from around my neck but couldn’t. My arms, legs, and chests began to feel numb and heavy. I could not move and my scream became a muffling whisper…. It is like warm waves when they come and then the heat becomes unbearable and the end result is the burning blisters. The saving grace of my alarm woke me up. Yet my mind was racing.
By Bree Z Love6 years ago in Filthy
