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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
Enslaved by the Professor
I bit my lip as I stood on the doorway of my professor's house. I couldn't believe I was here. Professor Lawrence was my Psychology professor last semester. Like most of the girls in my class, I had a bit of a crush on him. He was easily fifteen years older than me, but his age only added to his distinguished good looks.
By Amora Jones5 years ago in Filthy
Office Play
When Dara walked into the building all anyone could see was a black overcoat, and a pair of fuck me black heels. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, texting Stan to let him know she was getting in the elevator. Smiling she played with the belt of her coat as the elevator rose into the air. Exiting when the door dinged and opened, she turned to the right making her way to the end of the hall where Daddy’s office was. His secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Dara knocked softly on the office door. When she heard enter, she slipped through the door and stopped. He still had clients sitting at the conference table with him, two large black males that took her breath away. And she froze.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
DayCreaming PT 1
The things I think about when it comes to you. I think about you constantly and always wonder, what do you taste like? What does it taste like to take your strawberry-colored tongue in my mouth? The excitement of tasting your fingers after they've been inside of me. To lick your lips after you've licked my juices. These reoccurring thoughts sometimes keep me up at night. They just keep coming, and I can't get enough of them. I bought new bamboo bed sheets to help with the hot sleepless nights, but that doesn't seem to work this morning. My libido is high at 3 am, and I have to do something to take the edge off until we meet again.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Filthy
Caring For Daddy
Stan was sitting on the couch with his head back and eyes closed when Dara got home. She smiled from the entryway. He looked so calm and peaceful, but when she approached him, she saw the fine lines of stress etched into his handsome features, and the glass in his hand that rested on the back of the couch. A very full glass of scotch. How crazy had his day been? She wondered as she put her purse, keys, and briefcase down. Then walking to him quietly she gently stroked his cheek as she leaned in to kiss his slightly parted lips, tasting the scotch on them. When she pulled back his eyes were open, and he was staring at her.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Missing You
In what was the worst moment of my life .. when I called you, whispered in to the phone "Come to me babygirl." I should have. Instead I grabbed my bear you named J. Edger Hoover, and your shield you gave me in place of my collar until you could find the right one and curled up in my bed.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Filthy
Playroom
Stan walked into the house to a silent mess. In the living room there was Dara’s workstation that was way more chaotic then usual, and the pillows on the couch were scattered as if they had been picked up and thrown about several times. He frowned at it all and went down the hall to the kitchen. There he found several items on the counter like his baby girl couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted to eat, but she certainly knew what to drink. He clucked his tongue when he saw one empty bottle and one-half empty bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Shaking his head Stan headed, up the stairs making his way to their bedroom. there he found a hurricane of clothing scattered about the room, but still no sign of his baby girl. He knew this mood… he hadn’t seen it in a while, but he knew it and how to handle it. He just needed to find her first.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Our First Meeting
We meet at a coffee shop (Starbucks, where ever), talk a bit and see we have a nice amount in common. See for me it's not just the body that turns me on but also the person inside...smarts, personality, charm...etc. We see we have an attraction and each second, I look at your luscious lips, ample breasts and your nice legs (you're wearing a mini skirt), I get harder. You feel it too, and fidget a little in your seat. You catch me looking down at your legs and you spread them, hiking up your skirt a little to let me see you're not wearing any panties. Your pussy looks so beautiful, nice labia, I can see slight moistness. I get up, grab your hand and we walk out, we get to my car and I kiss you deeply, pressing my body against yours, I feel your breasts against my chest. You ask me if I want to follow you to your place and I agree. As I'm driving my cock is hard thinking of seeing you naked.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Filthy
Tempted
Her relationship with Jackson had seemed to weaken month after month, and it was only normal that he had changed over time, being locked up put things into perspective for him. He had pushed away his own sister and mother as his head was filled with conspiracy theories and even when Willow was the only certainty he still had outside of prison, he was beginning to question if it was truly fair for her to be kept tied to the case and him, knowing how she devotedly traveled back and forth every day to see him. He also tried to freeze her out, he would even deny her visits at one point, but Willow Roderick didn't accept NO for an answer and if she had promised to get him out and right their fathers' wrongs, then that's what she was going to do.
By Evannie Brendan5 years ago in Filthy
Stress Relief
Stan was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Dara came storming into the house. Throwing her bag and keys on the side table she stalked into the kitchen, and straight to where he had an open bottle of wine on the counter. Pouring a large glass, she downed half of it before turning to face him.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
