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Patrick Episode 1 Conversation Pieces
Patrick Episode 1 Conversation Pieces When my clients close their eyes and think of me I can only hope that I’ve left more than just a lasting impression. I hope to have left them panting, dripping wet, not able to live without me and coming back for more -literally.
By Fallon E Lane6 years ago in Filthy
The Epidemic of the Dick Pic
I have been single now for 4 years. For about half of those I chose to stay single, needing time to heal and grow from my disaster of a marriage. The other half I have actively looked for someone to start over with. Here is where I want to scream at every guy on the street. Young, old, professional, blue collar, single dads, baby daddies, no kids, alcoholics, or not, it seems as if every man at some point thinks it’s okay to whip out their dick and take a picture.
By Faith Heple6 years ago in Filthy
You Make Me So Hard
He knows the five words that make me hotter than anything. He knows how to use them. He’s coming over this evening and I’ve been fizzing with excitement all day. I’ve not been able to settle; I’ve not been able to think about anything other than him and what he’ll do to me.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
The New Valentine
What was it about me that made all men scurry away from the potential of something real? I didn't want to be bitter. But the aftertaste of being stood up once again, and on Valentines Day no less, planted itself within my taste buds along with the last glass of complementary wine my best friend's restaurant was allowed to offer me. I hated sulking in front of strangers. They'd witness my pathetic attempt at dismissing my misery in between snacking on appetizers and re-reading the same menu I've read over hundred times. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to go out on a blind date set up by my absent best friend today of all days.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Ribbons Buttons Bows and Cupid
Janine was more than a handful. Yet I never wasted a bit of her. That is the best description I can give of her breasts. Numbers are not for me. Janine was comfortably fluffy. A soft, well turned out sales rep at our company. Even at twenty four the office speculation was baby fat, well dressed, and well out of my league. Her perfect heart shaped behind was often well camouflaged by the long boxy coat of her prim business suit. It was the height of fashion at the time. It also hide her remarkably thin waist that was belied by the generous cleavage above the blouses worn under said coat. But it was her power sell uniform. Her hair was black and pushed high in the air bringing her closer to god. Once achieving such lofty heights it cascaded with great dispatch beyond her soft shoulders while making curtains for a face as pretty as could be on their way to earth. Fleshy dimpled cheeks surrounded a knowing smile that brought irresistible dimples to bear. A hint of freckles on her nose and cheeks showed the time spent on yachts and extended tropical vacations. The freckles were faded as Janine now cultivated her more porcelain skin hue. Finally her years had grown into that luscious body. She also had the most active sex drive I had ever encountered in a woman of her age. Her libido would put the more mature ladies who lunch lasciviousness to shame. She was fearlessly impetuous, getting it whenever and wherever she wanted it and had the filthiest mouth under the right circumstances. She would gleefully describe what she wanted, or do a salacious play by play of what she was getting as well as what it was doing to her. Add in a generous helping of moans, grunts, demands, and commands through the pre, post, as well as all throughout coitus maximus, well you get the idea. With Janine it was maximus or bust rolled up between long shapely legs. It was here my dirty talk during sex began.
By Pete Symes6 years ago in Filthy
Are sex toys companies trying to kill us?
Fact is... I have one giant box filled with various dildos, vibrators and other sex toys of all shape, sizes and material types, in my storage space. I've used them on webcam shows, videos... and, I sometimes wonder, how many of these are toxic for me, if any?
By Ariel Rebel6 years ago in Filthy
Our Understanding - Part Two
Isobelle wraps her fingers around my cock as we kiss. I’m so hard I’m hurting now. She asks me if I want to fuck her in the arse, and it’s tempting, we didn’t do that last night. I’m feeling lazy though. I tell her to suck me instead.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Our Understanding - Part One
I know what you’re thinking. I’ve just woken up in my ex-girlfriend’s bed, and you’re judging me already. I shouldn’t be here, right? It’s never a good idea. We’re probably both still in love, or worse, only one of us is. You think we can’t let go, that we’re re-opening old wounds. Total recipe for disaster.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
