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Leather and Iron
She arrived at the airport late in the evening. Another 45 minutes or an hour in a cab before she'd be at the hotel. Her trip was mostly business, but included some pleasure stops. She traveled often to promote her business and to network. She entered the cab, gave the address, and almost instantly drifted to sleep.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
You are the last stop on my mail route. After your box I head back to the post office with all my outgoing mail. Being close to Christmas I was used to seeing thank you gifts from people but yours really got my attention. I see a card and Mailman written on the envelope taped to a bottle of wine. I quickly put your mail inside your box and return to my truck so I can see what the card says. When I open the card, I see a photo of you naked with your legs spread holding a sign that says, “Please come back for dinner at 6:00pm” I saw you peaking out the window watching me for my reaction so I smile and give you thumbs up to let you know I will be there. I find myself unconsciously speeding to get back to the post office. I quickly sort all the outgoing mail and clock out. I race home and get in the shower. I am primping myself like a teenager for a Homecoming dance date. Time passes so quickly in the wintertime, so I find myself getting dressed in a hurry. I am listening to the weather on the radio as I drive to your house and get concerned about the winter storm warning that was supposed to hit in in a few hours. I think to myself this might have to be a short date. At a stoplight I glance at your card again and say to myself,” Let it snow this is going to be a long date”. The light turns green and I turn onto your road. I drive about five miles until I get to the entrance of your driveway. I take a swig of Listerine as I head down your long winding driveway to the security gate where the mailbox is. The gate started opening as I approached and made me think of your legs opening. I drive up to the circle in front of your house. I swish the Listerine around and spit it on the ground as I step out and head for your door. I ring the bell and you come on the video screen by the door and I am a bit overwhelmed because you are naked. You see the look on my face and say, “what’s wrong”? I smile and say, “Nothing I am not used to being greeted in this way”. I hear the lock click and the door pops open. I hear your voice telling me to come in. I walk in and you look so sexy. You say,” Get naked because I am serving pussy for dinner”. My clothes quickly hit the floor and my erection is bouncing with every step. You lay back in an exceptionally large beanbag chair with your legs open, so I plant my face between your thighs. You moan with ecstasy as I begin to flicker my tongue at your clit. Your juices begin to ooze quickly as my tongue dives deep and begins to wiggle inside you. I see a collection of toys on a table for our dinner date. I grab the Ben Wa Balls lube them up and insert them in your pussy. I slide a finger inside to move them around, so they clack together to give you wonderful sensations. You are moaning wildly as I lick your clit and clack the Ben Wa Balls in your pussy. I can sense it coming as you deeply inhale. The muscles in your thighs are stiff as a board and tight. You exhale loud and long screaming,” Oh yes don’t stop”. I drink your pussy juice as it flows. You are laying there glistening with orgasm sweat as I gently lick your pussy. I take out the Ben Wa Balls and your pussy lips are swollen and dripping. I push your legs back as I say, “Dinner was wonderful” I stick my cock inside you and begin to thrust. It feels so good and you are so tight. You feel like a teenage virgin but are fucking like a porn queen. I feel it coming and bury my cock balls deep inside you and explode with a torrent of warm spurts of cum. You begin to scream with orgasm as you feel me ejaculate inside you. We lay next to each other holding each other for a long time. I hear the wind blowing outside and notice that we both have lost track of time. I look out the window and see a blizzard with snow accumulating quickly. I look at you and say well this may sound strange, but it looks like I may need to sleep on your couch. You smile and say, “Don’t be a dork you are sleeping in bed with me and the Breakfast of Champions will be served at 6:00am” I look at you am smile saying, “that is my favorite”. You walk to the bathroom and start running the shower. I walk in and say,” May I join you” as I slide two fingers inside you as you are bent over lathering up with soap. You reply, “get your ass in here”. We play like horny teenagers in your bathtub until a sudden burst of cold water lets us know the hot water tank is depleted. We both jump out and start toweling off. I notice the burst of cold water has made your nipples hard, so I find myself magnetically drawn to them. You say, “Last one in bed has to get on top”. I bolt to your bedroom and lay on my back on your bed with my cock sticking straight up. You come walking in saying, “Did you really think I was going to race you”. You straddle me and sit down on my cock. I stuff a large pillow behind my back and lean you forward so I can suck your nipples as I thrust my cock up in you. I gently run my tongue over your nipple as I suck on it and you go wild and start screaming and bouncing like a bucking bronco. You come down hard on me as you orgasm, and I hear a cracking sound like a chiropractic adjustment. Alarmed but with no pain I think,” Dam she is good”. I grab your ass as I bury my cock inside you and explode with a loud groan of ecstasy. We blissfully fall to sleep entwined in each other’s arms.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
Jess' Watching
Jess slowly turned over in her uncomfortable bunk. The cheap mattress and old wooden frames have made it almost impossible for her to get a good night sleep. She still didn't understand why her parents had forced her to go to this sleep-away summer camp, she would have much rather spent her time at home with all of her friends from school. But instead she was forced out by her strict parents, being told that if she didn't go she would no longer have a place to stay.
By Pat B5 years ago in Filthy
Mary's prayers Answered
Hello my name is Mary, I am an only child raised by my grandmother, because my mother has passed and my father worked as a traveling salesman and was not around too often. I have graduated high school now by two years and yet still do not know the touch of a man's love. I dream of things I have no clue on, what it will feel like and how I will feel after words. Grandma has never talked of such things and all I know is what other girls have told me.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
Rent to Own
Bless me Father I am a very generous caring soul. Comes with the job I suppose. Though it could be said that I've been this way prior to me putting on this collar. It's who I am. Everybody has a purpose for being here and my purpose is to help others. I care
By Ken Keller5 years ago in Filthy
Peter+Wendy
I watched him from the sandy shoreline as he flitted from one stone to the next. All the mermaids laughed and cooed, encouraging his childish behavior. As much as I fancied the idea of mermaids, these all had vile personalities. That is, unless you were Peter. He reveled in the attention and visited the lagoon often to receive it. Though the mermaids did not care for me, which was fine because the feeling was mutual, I still came to the lagoon to watch them. They truly were beautiful. They would sunbathe on the rocks that poked above the water line at the far end of the lagoon. I would watch them brush their long, silky hair and listen to them sing with their angelic voices. I guess I was jealous. They were just so perfect. How did their hair never look matted from the salty water? How did their seashells cover their perfect breasts and not fall off? Seriously, nothing holds them on.
By D.Von Parker5 years ago in Filthy
Wedding Rendezvous
-Naomi- Rachel had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. She lived next door when we were kids and we even roomed together in college. So it was no surprise when she asked me to be her bridesmaid. I was actually relieved to hear that it was some sort of a family tradition to have the sister be the maid of honor. A maid of honor was expected to give a speech and that was not my cup of tea, especially not in front of that many people. Her husband to be, John, was the son of an oil tycoon, which meant that this would be a very big and elaborate wedding.
By D.Von Parker5 years ago in Filthy
Babysitter surprise
My name is Larry and our story begins in an everyday town that has all the realities of home. Being a newly divorced father of two wonderful children I have had to make some changes in my lifestyle. My wife went off to another state with the man she had married and left me the house, kids, and of course all the bills. So I had to find a babysitter that I could trust and be dependable. My neighbor said his daughter was just finishing college and would be home soon and said she would do it for the spending money till she got something more steady. Her name was Alice and I have known her since she was going to grammar school.
By DS5 years ago in Filthy
Now that was a workout!
Now that was a workout an erotic moment by Kenneth Keller
By Ken Keller5 years ago in Filthy
His House
He lived in the heart of downtown in the quiet college town. a 1 mile walk to campus was his each day. his third year on the job, he had just turned 30. he loved his subject, he loved the campus, and he enjoyed his students.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Lucid Cove: Darkside Up Vol.1
"Well hold on now, there is no point in wasting your breath. Let me tell you, how it played out. So, I go make us breakfast, and serve it to him. While he's eating, I let him know that I love him, and that he can tell me anything, right? He stopped eating and looked at me all crazy like he knew I was on some shit. So I just asked him, I asked if he was attracted to the same sex. He screwed his face up all crazy, and said 'no, why would you ask me that?' I reminded him that I too am bisexual, and that his acceptance of that meant a lot to me. He just sat there glaring at me like I slapped him in his money maker; so I handed him the tablet and asked him to explain what that whole kik thing was." Miso let out a chuckle so deep it was almost morbid. "Do you know what he said to me? He literally said 'This is my cousin. He plays too much.'” Miso paused to take another sip of wine. In the corner of her eye Lysa’s stale face and steady gaze influenced her to push on.
By Enomis Tehuti5 years ago in Filthy
Looking For Love
Part 1 She Stood there admiring herself in the mirror of the upscale, exclusive designer boutique. The strapless, red cocktail dress was form fitting with ruching, and showed off her dangerous curves; her high, round firm breasts and her “just right” ass, which reminded her of a perfect red cherry in that dress. “Da-um!” she exclaimed to herself. She stepped one perfectly pedicured foot and then the other into a sexy pair of strapped Manolo Blahnik stiletto high heels. She stood back to assess the complete picture. “Kick-ass chick!....uhhuh! Yes ma'am!” she said to herself, pleased with her reflection. “Fierce!” she exclaimed as she snapped one hand in the air. “I bet Phillip won’t be able to keep his hands or anything else off of me tonight!” She thought. She knew she had been torturing her latest “target”; playing hard to get and just being a big tease. She had decided that tonight would be the night she let him think he had finally won her over!
By Grey Xander5 years ago in Filthy