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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Picnic With Daddy
Picnic With Daddy Dara smiled lifting her face to the sun as Daddy stroked a hand down her arm. Kissing her temple, he left her leaning against a tree as he went over to the table in the clearing. He smiled at her as he set the basket on the table taking the blanket off the top, padding the bench with it. Crocking his finger at her he silently called her over to him.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Spreading Holiday Cheer
Christmas has cum and gone, and if you’re like me, you could still use a little more cream filling. A new year is on the horizon, but that doesn’t mean this one is ready to be discarded like last night’s bar slut. There is still some time to send 2021 out with a bang, my lovelies.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy
Souvenir
Even after disembarking, it still felt like Mary was aboard ship. The other passengers milled around, flitting from shop to shop, checking out the stalls that were set up all along the dock, buying everything from maracas to blankets to giant bottles of Dos Equis. Everywhere she looked, she saw somebody that she recognized from the ship.
By Laura Steele4 years ago in Filthy
No Regular Big O
Although this is a family business, I am Bonnie. I am a woman first. With that being said, these stories come from a place of real life shit, desire and imagination. I can’t tell you all of my secrets though! Just know that we all have them. May these stories bless the tip and lick the clit. Now say amen.
By Erica Wright4 years ago in Filthy
Masquerade
The hot wax dripped onto Celeste‘s body as she felt the cock up to the back of the throat thrusting against it. She prayed that she didn’t throw up but there was so much else going on; she could feel the beautiful silk holding her hands and her ankles firmly to the sides of the bed, and she knew Marie was eating her out. This was one hell of a party, and she was glad for this salacious experience, like a sexual gourmet meal.
By Florence Flanders 4 years ago in Filthy
A Love Story All Its Own Part Five
To be honest, I only heard half of what he was talking about because my inner sex started to get moist, and I couldn't sit still for long, so I excused myself from the table and went to the ladies' room. As I sit in the ladies' room, I hear two women talking about M. P. C. They were talking about him in ways that I didn't even know were possible when it came to men and women. I mean, these ladies were talking like that had fucked him a time or two, and this started to piss me off because if M. P. C did have sex with these ladies, I already knew that I was way out of my ledge. At this point, I am just going to play him close and be as open and honest about myself and my intentions with him, and I just hope he feels the same way.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Filthy
A Love Story All Its Own Part Four
Then again, I might just call him to cancel our date. Girl, stop it. You are not going to cancel this date, and you have been fantasizing about this man for years, and now all of a sudden, you want to get all weird and shit; you know that you deserve all the love this man can give you. I had to face my fears because I never knew what real love was like. I mean, I knew for years what not having someone love you the right way is like, but to be able to receive that same amount of love back terrifies the shit out of me.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Filthy
