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DayCreaming PT 2
This was the moment when I knew I fucked up. The thought of letting your nut fall out of my mouth onto my breast was what I needed to do the trick. My chest arches forward off of the couch, and I climax with fireworks around me. Green, yellow, red, and a hint of orange light up underneath my eyelids. All of the tiny hairs on my body are erect while a wave rushes over. The music was suddenly silent, and all I could hear was my moans overpowering the melody. I couldn't help myself with one orgasm, so I had to spoil myself twice. The continuous wrist motion quickened, and 30 seconds later, an enormous wave crashed over. This was something I desperately needed and wanted until we met again. I notice the couch is moist from my body heat with my breast exposed. My underwear is nowhere in sight. My body is fully relaxed and centered, but I can't help feeling bad for pleasing myself without you. The ambiance is fitting and has the perfect mood for this occasion. I wish you were here, and so does my Yoni. It's only a matter of time when I finally get to express how I feel about you. When it comes to you, it's not just the sexual things, you know? You make me feel heard, needed, and safe. There are other things you do, but the three basics would make any woman's panties wet.
By Asea B Moore4 years ago in Filthy
The Shane Journals
JJ...The Secretary 1/1/2017 14:15pm Blog Post 127 Draft Saved “Happy New Year to Me” My boss is a bastard of a man. He’s also drop-dead gorgeous beyond reason, but most of the time I’m wishing he would just be that title without the gorgeous attached to it. He knows that his looks and body are a woman’s wet dream and his arrogance knows no bounds. He propositions anything with a humanoid form that he thinks is worthy of tangling with the almighty swerve of his hips. Unfortunately, I seem to make that list of potential, worthy conquests. I have a file of about six months worth of sexual harassment notes for a very easy case, but for some reason I haven’t decided to go to HR or hire a lawyer yet. I can admit that I am attracted to what I see through the glass walls of the office I sit outside of throughout the week. Although, that attraction went to an extent of only when I could watch him on mute. As soon as he’s within earshot he becomes the ugliest person in the world spewing his chauvinistic, slightly racially prejudiced banter.
By Shanese Hicks4 years ago in Filthy
Spontaneous
While he and I have several spontaneous moments. This was one to remember. As I do everyday I am in the shower by 4:30 pm before he gets home at 5:00 pm. He came in early today to surprise me with flowers and a new night gown. He saw that I was in the shower and he quickly undressed to step inside with me. I was startled at first but I quickly smelled his beautiful scent, He whispered softly for me to keep my back to his chest.
By Dragon Ladee4 years ago in Filthy
Caught Out on the Couch
The afternoon was dragging like a zombie’s decaying leg, and I was bored out of my mind. My husband, Mark, had been working continuously throughout all the interminable lockdowns, lugging cargo onto delivery vans for an international courier company; meanwhile I was stuck at home by myself, furloughed, and increasingly lost for something — anything — to pass the time. There was only so much Netflix I could watch in a day before my eyes would get bleary and I’d wind up fast asleep on the couch. It didn’t feel like a very productive way to spend the day, and I didn’t want Mark to come home and find me unconscious and snoring on the sofa. Again.
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Filthy
The Invite
I broke a rule, and now here’s my punishment.. But my punishment requires what exactly? He went without speaking to me for weeks at a time, almost two months had passed and he didn’t need me. Then, one crisp winter. I get an envelope at my door; addressed to me: Abigail. That’s not my name, it’s just what servants are called, and no—before you ask; I’m not his handmaiden; well technically, but he doesn’t need an heir from me. Think of me more as his company… or property. Yes, I said it, property. My captor doesn't value women at their highest. We Abigail’s are allowed to roam the estate, and live freely amongst our captors; we aren’t locked away in a room, or told when we can and can not eat or do other things. We Abigail’s are like mistresses, but for the rich. We hold power over who we claim. The thing with my captor is: he was attracted to what he couldn’t have, so he stole me away from my previous captor.
By Mazikeen Quinn4 years ago in Filthy
The Knight
The night finally arrived. She dressed in the outfit she bought for this occasion, hating her other clothes. Not being materialistic had its downsides, especially when one strongly desired to leave a lasting impression. She smoothed her hair with one hand, wishing for the umpteenth time that it would lie flat. Glancing in the mirror one last time, she slipped on her coat and grabbed her purse.
By Angel Worth4 years ago in Filthy
Photo Shoot
Photo Shoot Dara was tucked under Daddy’s arm as they entered the building, with her heart racing in anticipation and fear. She had wanted to do this for a long time, but what would happen? What would Daddy think, or the others in the room for that matter. It didn’t help that Daddy had set it all up without really telling her anything. He had picked out the lingerie that she had on under her dress, and he also had a bag of things over his other shoulder, but he wouldn’t tell her what was in it. When they got to the studio she just stopped and stared. There were several different scenes set up in the large warehouse like room, and her eyes tracked over all of them trying to absorb it all. Daddy smiled down at her, leading her over to the make-up area.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
