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Echo the Escort: 'Good Bye' (Pt. 9)
11/1/2018 “Recovering from a gunshot wound wasn’t as easy as TV shows and the movies make it seem. It’s painful as fuck! Sure, the doctors prescribed me painkillers, which probably would’ve helped in my situation, but I never enjoyed taking prescription pills. Mainly because addiction runs through my blood and I didn’t want to open a can of worms.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation (Pt. 2)
He escorted me downstairs where several people were around. I didn’t recognize anyone from the night before. All of them were guys. Tony introduced me to them, but I couldn’t remember any names. They grinned at me and patted my ass in greeting. I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would.
By Amora Jones7 years ago in Filthy
Perfect Sex Toys for Newbies Who Like to Experiment
The truth is, whether you admit it or not, everyone loves sex. It's an innate human need that serves not only for the purpose of reproduction, but also for pleasure. Scientifically speaking, a good sex life is good for your health in several ways. Not only is it a great way to get in exercise and increase your heart rate, but it helps your estrogen and testosterone levels balance out and lowers your blood pressure as well. Whether you’re having recreational sex, getting intimate with your partner, or anything in between, sometimes we feel the need to go out of our comfort zone and experiment in the world of sex toys.
By Lizzie Boudoir7 years ago in Filthy
2 Breasts One Hard Cock
Yesterday was a big fetish day for my husband and I because he loves playing with his big tit pillows. He is always groping them and giving them a big squeeze. I do carry a size of forty-two DD’s and they have big plump mauve colored nipples which are inviting to him to suckle from. He has his ways of always getting a peek at them or a fondle.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Taken by the Biker Gang 2: Initiation
I woke up feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time. And more sore than I’d felt in a long time. I groaned as I turned over and opened my eyes, realizing I wasn’t in my own bed. Then everything that had happened the night before came rushing back to me. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
By Amora Jones7 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: ‘The Day I Died’ (Pt. 8)
10/11/2018 (12:52 AM) The Silmont Motel was just how I remembered it. Dodgy, dirty, discreet, and huge. The motel contained 20 floors and each floor had their own individual staircase that led from the lobby to their respectable floor.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
Tricksy
A month after Kat returned to Germany, Kathy became severely depressed. She had lost her best friend, the only person in the world who understood and accepted her for who she was. The flat felt like a very lonely place now without her regularly dropping by for a cup of coffee and a chat. She felt that she would like to go back to the Misfits club—a place where she felt completely at home—but she did not know anyone who she thought might be ready for such an experience. Certainly, none of her friends seemed to fit the bill and, for a while, she simply did not know how she could find another friend as open-minded and liberated as Kat.
By K.D.McVey 🌹7 years ago in Filthy
Uncontrollable Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome
Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS), is a real medical condition that primarily affects women. PSAS can probably be compared to priapism in men. Priapism is an erection lasting for more than four hours and is considered a medical emergency for men. Constant sexual arousal, unrelieved by sex or orgasm, is the defining characteristic of this disorder. This is a very serious condition that is very stressful for the one who suffers from it.
By Matthew Evans7 years ago in Filthy
Echo the Escort: ‘Why Me?’ (Pt. 7)
10/11/2018 (12:10 AM) Slipping out of the party was easier than we thought. Everyone was too busy either dancing or fucking, to care if we were missing. Of course in the back of my mind T was probably pissed at me for punching that guy, but I didn’t care. Someone needed to teach that pompous asshole a lesson and I was glad to do it. If that ruins the friendship, T and I have then so be it. At least it wasn’t in vain.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.7 years ago in Filthy
