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How to Start 2020 (and New Decade) With a Bang
So now that Christmas and the New Year celebrations have long but finished, and you’re back to the daily grind of working with nothing exciting to look forward to on the horizon. In the break you had at the end of December, you spent more time with your significant other or your friends (with benefits), but now you’re a bit more busy, you might be seeing them less often. However, that shouldn’t come as a detriment to your sex life. If anything, it’ll make those moments of intimacy all the more special for it. And also the new year (and the new decade for that matter) is a time for resolutions, so even if you haven’t made any so far, there’s still time to get one. So perhaps it might be time to think about what you could be doing better and doing differently in the bedroom department (and whatever department you decide to get intimate in). So what can you do to improve your sexual experiences?
By Jaime Hunter 6 years ago in Filthy
The Heat Between Us
He grasps my attention with his charm. His smile has me linger and I am captured by his vibe. This aura that surrounds him has me intrigued. I know he isn’t all that he seems. This one is smarter than most I’ve dealt with. He raises my curiosity and extends my walls higher to hide the things I know he will see right away. He looks through me but I can camouflage like the best of them. I can’t let him see the hurt just yet. I can’t let him know what a comfort it is to just say how I feel and get a response of his feelings that has my insides melt and my walls descend alittle lower. The more we talk the more I’m caught. My defenses fight back but this one is clever because he disarms me with his words and that look he gives I can’t describe but I know a beast lurks below. He surfaces sometimes and shows me his teeth and how he hopes to bite me soon and make me his. His senses are so acute to my smell that I try to keep my composure when he asks me what I want. I can’t say I want him to kiss me. I can’t say bring out that beast you keep locked away. I can’t say be mine. He will sense my hunger and know that I’m willing to be his prey but he is just as afraid as me. My heart is still broken and I know his is too. He doesn’t show it ,doesn’t say it but damn my aura feels it sometimes. A man who dreams of death every night feels everything and nothing. Only few get a glimpse of his emotions. My feelings are always hidden unless I’m ready to face the truth he gives. It resonates through me lifting off shades I purposely put in place letting in the reality. He unties my bodies insecurities and I like it. If this is just the mental tip of him who knows how the rest will feel when we get physical.
By Erica Robinson6 years ago in Filthy
A Tender and Loving Face Fucking
Having your face fucked might not sound the most romantic of acts, but like everything in life, it depends how it’s done. I’d only been seeing Jake a couple of months when he did it to me, but once he did, I knew he was a keeper.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Heart in Mouth
“Say it,” he instructed. A smile twitched in the corners of her lips. And her eyes — damn, those eyes — they twinkled when she looked at him that way. She glanced up at the straps that bound her. The way the light flickered and played off the curve of her jaw stoked a wave of desire in him.
By JL Peridot6 years ago in Filthy
Bubble Butt Jack Part 1
I think it is clear by now that I am very into white men and their lower backs. To watch them getting fucked at night under the light of a phone camera is almost euphoric. Two large globes on opposite sides of an almost invisible line that split into two, curving what seems endless, but is continuously circling, displaying and using the perfect cheeks as they are being pressurized and depressurized in between them, sliding up and down while they shine, reflecting on to them as they vibrate and sweat.
By Keisen Sky6 years ago in Filthy
A First For Everything
Natural, not metal, I remember telling you. You asked what I preferred and I answered like I knew what I was talking about. So confident. Like the time we first met at the party of a mutual friend—the birthday girl—and I told you my name like it was one you must remember.
By JL Peridot6 years ago in Filthy
