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Female Uber Drivers Take Over
In the town that I live in it seems like all the guys are driving for Uber. They are all very good looking young men. But they don't seem to get it and have poor tastes in cars. You would think that most men would have some hot nice looking cars. But of course, this isn't Miami or California. The town that I live in is Butte, Montana. It's a nice little town with a population of about thirty-three thousand people. It has a unique history.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Love in an Elevator
It started out just like any ordinary day, you woke at the normal time feeling well rested and followed your normal morning routine. Today though would not be a normal day in your life by any stretch of the imagination, today is going to be very different. You have cleared your schedule from early afternoon on wards for a very particular reason, your secret lover is in town and has reservations at a local hotel. It has been several weeks since you last enjoyed his company and you are itching at the chance to see him again. As you potter around the house half-heart idly doing your housework your mind is filled with memories of the last time you saw him. The thoughts fill your head and make your heart race, the excitement pulses through your body making you ache for his very touch. Yes it has been way too long since you asked felt that touch, tasted his gorgeously soft lips, felt his firm well sculpted body and tasted his gorgeous thick, hard manhood. Your body begins to tingle as your imagination runs wild, you almost giving to the temptation to satisfy yourself in your bedroom with the use of one of your many toys but you decide to hold an energy and save it for him, because by God you know you’re going to need it. On the few occasions that you have spent time with each other it has always led to the most amazing sex you have ever experienced and he knows just how to please you not to mention push your boundaries to the very limits. The calm silence shattered by the sound of your doorbell sadly ending your very exciting daydream, you go to answer the front door upon opening the door you are confronted by the postman clutching a parcel. You exchange pleasantries whilst taking delivery of the package and notice one of your neighbors waving at you from across the road, you smile say hello way back before closing the door. Shutting out that unexciting world, your neighbor thinking you respectable but little does she know about just how un-respectable you can be. You couldn’t help but wonder just for a moment about the neighbor and her sex life, exciting, dull maybe she doesn’t even get any, who knows and who cares, no vanilla sex for you today, no vanilla sex at all and that thought brings a smile back to your face.
By David Woodhead6 years ago in Filthy
Down with Anal
It was a perfect Sunday evening in summer when she did it to me. The thing I thought I’d never do. I was out drinking with friends in the beer garden of a local pub, and she just happened to be there too. We’d slept together a few times already by then, but it was nothing serious, just casual sex when we both fancied it. We flirted with each other outrageously all afternoon, and I guess we both fancied it that Sunday. As people began to leave, she invited me back to her place.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Good Girls, bad habits
I am by no means a goody two shoes. I am a normal person, average in most aspects of life. I went to school, did what I had to do, went home. It was all very mundane truly. There was one thing that seemed to grip me viciously, MONEY. As I worked and accumulated debt from school and credit cards and shopping and pay biweekly sites AKA the devil’s playground. There was a desperate need for funds money to make everything better. To settle my debt and pay for my ridiculous shopping needs. (Makeup is a most expensive hobby I wouldn’t suggest getting invested). Anyways, I turned to the only thing that wasn't stripping or outright prostitution because let's be honest I did not have the skill or body needed to be successful at those careers.
By Law Christiani6 years ago in Filthy
The Pleasure of Pain
Tell someone that is not kinky that you love pain and you will see that little pinched up face that people make when they don’t understand something. Why would you like pain? That makes no sense! To someone who is not kinky, it will never make sense. I am out in this world and I have friends that will say that they are fine with me being kinky but they don’t want to hear about the details. I respect that because they simply can’t understand it. To them when they fall down and get a bruise it’s the body's way of telling them that they are hurt. Kinky people understand this but also stand the pleasure that can come with pain.
By A Trans Girl on Fire6 years ago in Filthy
I am a slut. So what!
In my 15 years in kink I have learned many things. I think the most important thing is that I enjoy sex. But really I enjoy sex a lot! I like it hot, dirty and messy. For some people it’s not an easy place to get to. I am not a skinny Barbie type girl. I have curves and that’s just the way that it is. One thing that did help when I entered this lifestyle was to see that there were many different types of bodies and nobody seemed to really care. It didn’t take me long before I was naked at events and I never looked back from there. If you fast forward to the last few years after my transition I had to go through it again. I have scars on both my vagina and breasts. I didn’t want to people to see that at first. It took my Mistress telling me that she liked my body the way that it is. That helped so much. Now I can take my clothes off in front of people and I fully accept who and what I am. I’m a sexy slut.
By A Trans Girl on Fire6 years ago in Filthy
Haunted House On Vampire Lane
Do you believe in vampires? Would you believe that in this town that I live in has a street named Vampire Lane? With all the folk tale and myths about vampires, no one had ever thought of why they decided to name this street vampire lane. The community here and I had never even thought that it had to do with vampires. You figure they just name streets like any other street in any town. That it had nothing to do with an old abandoned house at the end of the road. We don't have much crime or a decrease in population. Yet here I am wandering down this road with my mind thinking of all the vampire movies. Is the folk tales true? To kill a vampire you have to stab them with a stake through the heart. Do they have a blood lust to survive throughout the ages? My mind wandered the possibilities as I approach the old weakened steps and rotten floorboards as I approach the old Victorian door.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
