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A nice dream
I am laying in a forest at night bright moonbeams break through the canopy and illuminating the floor. The clear illumination makes me feel that the moon is full though it stays hidden. The forest is alive with the sound of insects and birds performing there songs, to call lovers and warn of predators. I feel hungry silent eyes though I cannot see them. Than I see or hear or maybe feel, I not sure which first but their you are naked, proud and sensual the moon light accentuating your exquisite form. You look at me with bright hungry eyes before making your way towards me. It is than that I realize I am also naked, I instinctually move to shield myself from your view but you are quick, firmly holding my hands than lowering yourself until you are eye level with my member. Your fingers swim through my pubes hair as you plant light kisses on the inside of my legs making your way to where they connect. I shiver and quiver tensing with shallow breaths as your hands dance on my stomach your lips planting little kisses around my pubis area careful not to touch me yet but taking deep breaths of my genitalic area. When you are ready I feel your eyes flutter open and closed tickling me as your moist mouth opens and your tongue slides out licking my testicles as one hand comes down and eclipses my shaft moving slowly up and down. Than one ball slides into your mouth, one hand sensually rakes all over my body while the other strokes faster, than both balls are in your mouth and I wonder if you won’t suck them out leaving me a eunuch but I lack the conviction to stop you enthralled as I am in that fog of ecstasy. Than you release me, all your hands and mouth gone in a second, I feel how covered in cool sweat I am now but before I could wipe myself you swallow me while holding me down with your body, it is than I realize I am on the ground and that you have reversed your self and your sex is in my face. I don’t wait for an invitation diving into your moist sex barely able to breath but at peace with the idea of dying this way. You release me from your mouth with loud pop and my head drops to the floor as you place your flower on my face rubbing it to pleasure yourself. One hand strokes me while the other cradles me. You say something in a language never translated but all true lovers know. I try to answer but your juices are a deluge And I am drowning. You speak in that primal love language again, riding me harder stroking me faster than again and again, than a loud jungle cat roars only it isn’t a jungle cat it is me and I twirl you onto your back than open my mouth wide plunging my tongue into your sweet depths somehow sucking all of you for a time, my cock throbs and pulses in your mouth, than I release you hearing your head fall in the same way mine did. Quick like a spider I twist around and thrust my self inside of you, your back arcs, I lift your head kissing your neck as I thrust inside of you, your juices spraying out of you covering me from navel to crack like morning dew. One of your hands presses and circles your clit while another cups your breasts. I begin pounding harder your insides becoming a drum my cock the drumstick you speak in that primordial lovers tongue again I answer with a bestial grow of my own for I am simply a beast of carnal lustful pleasure now. thrusting in you I drop your legs as I grab your sides than up to your breasts my mouth reaches your neck and I kiss and suck you all the while thrusting harder and deeper until your neck is covered in hickeys. You moan and shiver, your whole body convulsing as you clinch my cock with your legs as I pump my seed into you. I feel it leaking out dripping across your legs, snaking through your hairy mound and even making it your other hole. I collapse on you, we turn and intertwine becoming a cocoon of cum, sweat, and sensual juices. Our hearts beat in tandem as we whisper to each other in that oldest of tongues incomprehensible to those not in love.
By JR Stine4 years ago in Filthy
Fire...
She couldn't help it..She was drawn to Him. Like a moth to a flame. Something about him reminded her of the world she always knew. She wasn't one for just falling in like, lust or love at the drop of a hat..But she wanted him. No explanation. It was like this chemical, physical reaction. She hadn't felt something good in so long, and she couldn't help the thought from entering her mind of what it might be like to have him touch her. How much fun coffee would be, and in the back of her mind what it would be like to have sex with him. She had fallen asleep with him on her mind and woken up craving him. His strong hands on her body, his mouth on her. She desperately needed some play time and a protector.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Filthy
Bred by Santa
Since I was a little girl I had a wish: to go to the North Pole. I have almost forgotten about this dream until one winter night…
By Nessa Sparks4 years ago in Filthy
Friends With Benefits
R18 + content warning: sexually explicit scenes, graphic language, drug use. “Look, I’ll admit it, you were right, and I was wrong. Satisfied?” said Frankie adjusting herself on the couch.
By Zachary Phillips4 years ago in Filthy
Penetrating the Solstice
The Solstice neared. The nights had grown longer, colder. Rare was the wanderer caught walking through the night. All had turned indoors, spending time close by family and friends, seeking warmth, shelter, assurance. Seeking affirmation, that life would continue in this time of dying when the world fell into its gray wintry slumber.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy
Friday
I was to meet Jack on Friday; having not seen him in a couple of years, I wanted to get a coffee first and chit-chat. The last time I saw him was when I was into the swinging crowd; Jack was part of a couple of threesomes, and the memory of what great a lover he was has stayed with me.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Filthy
The Stranger in Me
I open a door to an apartment I know well, pretending I don’t know it at all. Her petite frame stands in the middle of the lounge, looking unsure, squeezing a glass of sparkling champagne so hard, she’s at risk of crushing it in her palm. You stand next to her. The room is illuminated by many lamps glowing with the dimmed purple light I know you like to have sex to.
By Joanna Borkowska4 years ago in Filthy
The Beasts
The air's, icy breath cascades down the side of the rocky face, biting the edges of my cheeks and tearing at my ears. My hands, even gloved, can barely move, and my legs stiffen under the weight of the frigid atmosphere. The lungs, heaving in my chest, are close to popping under the pressure. I cannot breathe.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Filthy
Why Moaners, Groaners and Screamers Are the Best Women to Bed
A wise friend once said, “No great sex ever started with she was quiet and coy”… He was right. In the past, I was the type of lover that would lie there motionless with limbs splattered on the bed like a starfish. Why? Because I had perky breasts, a well-groomed vagina, and a pretty face. I thought that was all it took to be great at sex.
By Dona Mwiria4 years ago in Filthy
When Journals End
Memory is indeed a funny thing. As I read the journal, I noticed that it was the narrative I tell myself when I reminisce about those days. It was weird. I did get really spooked after that Halloween night. My life did take a different direction after I left the warehouse job.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Moments
Forbidden Moments The day had been a long one and Phoenix could not wait to walk the building. She had plans of doing much of nothing this evening, as she had a project she needed to finish and as well as finishing plans for the next week. Phoenix contemplated if she would head straight home after hitting the gym today or stop by a bar to have a quick drink. The week had been a long one, filled with meetings, conferences, trainings, deadlines, and much more. Work was truly taking its toll on Phoenix, and she was feeling every bit of it. As Phoenix cranked her engine and pulled away from the job, she realized what was really missing in her life at the moment: some good dick. It has been quite a while for Phoenix, and she instantly found her mind drifting and conjuring thoughts of him: him kissing her lips; him sucking on her nipples while she rode his massive dick; spreading her cheeks so could enter her from behind; he randomly slapping her ass and telling her how good she felt; acknowledging how pleasurable the sex was with sporadic moans and requests for more. The last time they had “connected”, Phoenix had finished their session with a rodeo ride, followed by a reverse finish. She knew watching her ass jiggle while watching his dick slide in and out of her damn near drove him over the edge, and that was something she greatly enjoyed. That encounter had immediately been followed up by a “round two”, involving Phoenix’s shower, more ass slapping, and water cascading all over her as pleasure overtook her body.
By Frazier Lawtnee4 years ago in Filthy
Seals and Bounty: The Protector
Bryan Bryan Shaw set at his desk at Seals and Bounty thinking about the offer he had received two days ago to be the permanent bodyguard for Senator Grants daughter Katie. She refused to move to Capital Hill with him and his wife when after the resent election that made him the new senator of Nevada. She loved her home here and even refused to accept the Secret Service detail that had been assigned to her. She really seemed to be head strong and her not wanting a detail from the government, probably meant that she was not going to take too well to him either. Did he really want to enter into that type of a headache job?
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy