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Mistress Manor
Chapter Two Six months later Bridgett was kneeling on top of a man, her wrist bound behind her back, and his hands were gripping her hips as he rocked his cock inside her core. Everything inside and out of her body was sore and tender. Bruised black and blue with red welts all over as well from the lords play over the last six months. He either used her maliciously by himself or shared her with friends beating her as they fucked her.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter One Bridgett had been sold after spending six out of the ten years since her and Marcus had parted ways at the training house for submissives and dominates. Even though Marcus had helped teach her the art of dominance and submission four years after they had gone their separate ways, she had started to crave something that she couldn’t seem to find on her own, and instead of seeking Marcus out she had found a house that trained those inclined to learning the art of dominance and submission. So, she had learned and gotten back some of what had been missing.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
Best Tropes In Erotica According To Jenna Moreci
So trope seems to be the buzzword amongst far more educated people than myself. I actually didn’t even know what one was until my BFF Uncle Princess Devin sent me a few videos talking about tropes. I blame this on dropping out of college my second semester freshman year to pawn all of my valuable items and get a one way flight to party in Miami. YOLO. It all worked out in the end to the disdain of my uppity sorority sisters. I hope they are having fun wherever they are . . . they probably aren’t . . . but one can hope.
By Jessica Bugg4 years ago in Filthy
PoppyCock In a Pear Tree
Her name is Fruit Rollup. Her penis pleasuring perfectly plush lips fully encapsulated the meaning of the name when it was coined. Currently it's just a snack she buys 3 or 6 boxes at a time. She had wrapped his cock in the treat that most 80's born X'ers and Millennials should be familiar with, it was sold under a different brand called Fruit by the Foot as well, however that would put dimensions into this conversation and his very average 7" penis would feel hard done by, pun intended. Fruit Rollup had wrapped her namesake, strawberry flavoured and now sexually active, snack around his very pretty penis to give her man a blowjob. This particular instance of a now tastier than ever suckling on this very well liked wang, was immediately following a rather aggressive demonstration of oral sex given the night before, sans food-like wrapper. The event was intense. He had noted to himself that it was almost as if Fruit Roll Up was trying to put on a show for some, unbeknownst to him, potentially nosebleed seat stationed, fishbowl stadium seated patron. Her apartment had always emblazoned her boyfriend with this almost Big Brother meets EdTV type feel to it. That unwelcome paranoia may have been partially buoyed by his heavy methamphetamine smoking habit during those months, however, looking back there is a certainty within him that confirmed they were at times surveilled in ways not within his purview. Fruit Rollup however, he will never know whether she had been aware of some voyeuristic ensemble surrounding that cozy little corner apartment of hers. Nestled all snug in a building that defies gravity with its engineering adjustment for a parking necessity. Only in a place like Nautical Village, would this building have this significance for him and be positioned just minutes from the Lake House where he married his soon to be ex-wife just 8 years previous. We must digress for the time-being and get this story of Poppycock and Fruit rollup out for public consumption. Let’s return to the blowie bash shall we...
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in Filthy
White-hot
Thunder cracked nearby; lightening flashed through the windows. The scent of clean, crisp rain came through the half-opened window. She couldn’t sleep, the book she was reading got under her skin. A lusty, romance novel, cheesy but hot, her favorite genre. She was a little buzzed after two glasses of Moscato. Her skin tingled and hummed; she was on fire. Her body was on high alert, her clit ached and throbbed with desire. She wouldn’t be able to rest, he had to be up soon for work but she needed him.
By Fluffy Adams. 4 years ago in Filthy
The VIP Booth
Stepping out of the cab, Madi linked arms with her friend, Connie, and the two of them walked towards the entrance of the prestigious night club. Both of them were dressed to the nines, Connie in a sequin body con dress that hugged her entire body, showing off her small frame and Madi in a black wrap dress with a plunging necklace, extenuating her curves and large chest. Connie’s boss was a VIP and had gotten her and one guest on the list for the evening, so after giving the bouncer her name, Connie and Madi bypassed the massive line of people waiting to get in and were welcomed into the club.
By Jo. Schmidt4 years ago in Filthy
If only... (Part 1)
I'm in my hotel room now out in Lansing, it's a third floor room with a king size bed, very comfortable. I like it a lot, but I just keep thinking about how much more I would like it if you were in this room with me. Or should I say, this bed...because you know damn well I wouldn't wait long before getting you in it.
By Victor Vibes4 years ago in Filthy
Seals and Bounty: The Hired Gun
Kadon As the driver held the car door open, Doug and Ms. Lane got into the limousine. I motioned for him to shut the door so that I could speak with him for a few minutes. If he was going to be her permanent driver, then there were things that he would normally do, that now I would do. We needed to make sure we were both on the same page.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Filthy
