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Lunch Time Sex In The VIP
It's lunch time. I'm leaving a morning meeting at our corporate headquarters in Bethesda, MD. You see I'm a Senior Account Executive for Sprint PCS, a national wireless carrier. I've been squirming for the last 30 minutes anxious to leave and get my lunch time fix.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Filthy
A Sexy Car Ride
We have made it to her Beamer. I push her shoulder. "You're such a badass." "You make me that way," she replies. I've got her pressed against the side of the car, we are grinding on each other exchanging saliva at an alarming rate. The Patron has kicked in. Her lipstick is smeared on both our faces.
By Timothy Kincaid4 years ago in Filthy
Liquid Sex
What I need right now is you. Just you. I need you to make the world disappear as we get lost in each other. No words, just your body and mine. Your strength enveloping me allowing me the safety of surrender. Letting me let you be the only thing in the universe and me in yours. Simply transfixed on each other.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Filthy
Southern Comfort
The rest of that afternoon seemed to pass in a blur for Lou Ellen. She was barely aware of Joe picking her up and carrying her to the car, then driving back to her empty house. Once there, he picked her up and carried her inside and laid her on the bed. Quickly he began to shed his clothing. Lou Ellen's eyes grew wide as he stood before her in nothing but his underpants.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Secret Marriage
It was late at night, but Daniel was sure he could hear someone sobbing outside his window. He switched on the lamp by his bedside and padded silently to his window in stockinged feet. Reaching the window, he opened it to feel a sudden gust of cool night air.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
"You're Mine"
I reached down and turn off the water being careful not to wet my hair more than it already was. I step out of the shower carefully, but still slipped- still almost fell. Silently, I laugh at myself remembering how clumsy I can be at times. I dry off and rub the cold coconut oil over my warm brown skin. Slipping into my black shorts and grey crop top, I'm ready for bed. I gathered my clothes opened the door and there he laid almost undisturbed by my presence. I walk over and placed my clothes into a small laundry bag amongst my things then climbed into bed next to him. His bed felt firm but soft the sheets were soft as cotton and smooth like silk. He was tall and older with skin like fresh dark chocolate. He always smelled so good, it was like an intoxicating aphrodisiac. We laid next to each other in silence with the noise of some TV show echoing between us. I was uninterested in watching T.V. anyways. He was still and focused on the show it seemed until I felt him move. He peaked over my right shoulder trying to see if I was asleep, I wasn't but I was drifting deeper into the first realm. Regardless, he assumed I was then cut off the TV.
By Dani Baptisté 4 years ago in Filthy
