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UnEntangled - The Wedding
When she woke up Sunday morning, she jumped in the shower, then headed downstairs into the kitchen to start breakfast. Jamie was still asleep when she had gotten out of the shower, but it was like the smell of the coffee brewing was his alarm clock. As soon as the smell started to fill the house, she heard him get up. She smiled at that thought.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
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A Cup of Java I finish dressing; hair in a bun, face nice and beat. Phone in hand, I head downstairs, responding to DD’s text from earlier. “Psst,” I type and hit send. I knew she would already be at work and eating breakfast at her desk. My friends are limited. When it comes to personal relationships, I honestly don’t have a lot of time for anyone. She is my only real girlfriend and the fact that she works for me is just a bonus.
By Josephine Howard4 years ago in Filthy
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Monologue The first appointment of the day is going to be a breeze, and then I’m free to play as I wish until after lunch. One of my favorite couples is scheduled for 10am; Mr. and Mrs. Antoine Baker. Antoine and his wife Monica only recently married and they haven’t been a couple for very long. Their relationship basically seems to suffer from a lack of communication in the bedroom. Monica can’t find the necessary method to keep her husband’s attention like she did before they got married. She was just nasty enough to get Antoine to marry her and then her efforts pretty much fell off. After months of the same ole’ sex schedule, he was clearly fed up, and he started hunting for a mistress. He loved Monica, but sexually she was not able to satisfy his appetite and needs. Antoine needed to able to bust all of his mannish desires into a beautiful thick sister. A woman who would allow him to put it in all the places his thick creamy man load could fit. He also felt that if he was a good man to his woman she should allow him to insert his muscle pipe in some of the places it wasn’t supposed to fit. She would play with his fluids as if they were of her and as he watched she would suck any left dripping from his throbbing yet fully erect manhood. “Desiree” was the name he had given to the figment woman of his sexual imagination, and she was whatever kind of nasty Antoine wanted her to be. She was “the do as you like” and “there are no no’s” woman, and indeed he did like the extremes she would go to for him during his fantasies. Desiree was the fulfiller of every one of his desires and if Monica didn’t start trying to be the woman he needed her to be in their bedroom, she was going to lose him to his lustful inhibitions.
By Josephine Howard4 years ago in Filthy
UnEntangled - The Wedding
Christie was still in shock when she woke up the next morning. She looked at the 2-caret princess cut diamond engagement ring on her finger, then looked over at the love of her life lying next to her. If anyone had told her a little over a year ago that they would have been back together, she would have laughed in their face, much less that they would be engaged.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
UnEntangled - The Wedding
The ending of Entangled “You are absolutely gorgeous. I have missed you so much,” he said as he lifted her thighs and started kisses them one by one, until he went down and started kissing and licking on her most sensitive spot. She moaned and clawed at the bedspread until she orgasmed all in his mouth. In what seemed like a split second, he was out of his shorts and inside of her, pounding her hard, making her scream in pleasure until he came inside of her.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
Model Citizen
As he felt the woman unbuttoning his leather trousers he concluded to himself that this was not what he was expecting when he signed up for a fashion shoot, but hey, he could roll with the punches and go with it after all there were definitely worse places to be. He was a formidable looking man, over 6 feet tall, with a solid physique honed by working on the construction sites. He wasn’t gym sculpted like so many of his friends, his body had been strengthened and chiseled by years of sheer hard work. He was solid. Manly. Charismatic.
By Florence Flanders 4 years ago in Filthy
The War of Men and Monsters
Alex: “Pants!” I shout from the doorway, waving a pair of my brother’s blue jeans at my half naked roommate. She’s still jogging away when she half turns and waves like I’ve just said goodbye. My favorite thing about crocodile hatching day is watching Anna be excited every single time like she hasn’t been doing this for a decade.
By Toni X Bear4 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Brown
His gorgeous face lies between my thighs and my breath is caught in my throat. His bold brown eyes pierce my own with a certain intensity and I know that he is very aware of what he’s doing to me. The exploring of his tongue on my inner core is causing my body to have raging convulsions. It’s only then that I can force myself to break eye contact as I allow my body to release its warm fluids and the sounds of my screams finally echo throughout the room, but I can assure you that they aren’t the kind of screams that come from pain or from fear. These screams are the end result of pure pleasure and satisfaction. I cannot believe that this stranger knows my body better than my own husband.
By Logan Steele4 years ago in Filthy
