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The meet continued...
"Quite a day", she thinks as she parks her car..."that guy is so fucking different, strange, weird"...the meeting in the car park at Wynberg Park hasn't left her mind all afternoon at work...her damp underwear reminded her every time she moved in her chair...she could still feel his strong fingers inside her, still taste the minty-whisky on her lips. And he was gone just as quickly as he arrived...they barely spoke, she can't remember his voice, but can never forget his eyes, the way he looked at her with a hunger that scared her a little, excited her a lot.
By Alice - is my alias(N.A)5 years ago in Filthy
My Hidden secrets part 3
Arriving home after an all nighter at work, all I wanted was my bed and a shower. But pulling into the multi storey car park I clocked Bens car, I groaned and flopped my head onto the steering wheel. Knocking on the window of my car window made me jump. Of course it was Ben, I admitted defeat and hopped out. I beady eyed him "I wish you would not bray on my window like your on duty" I exclaimed. I stalked past him and headed inside, I breathed as deep as I could to get rid of my anger and shame. He called after me several times and I ignored him, not wanting to cry because of the guilt that ate away at me. I fumbled with my keys and was shocked when he came behind me and helped, usually he would walk away and give me space. He unlocked the door and beckoned me in as if he owned the place, I strode across the room to my bed and dropped my bag on the floor so I could removed my heels. I did not meet his eyes until he spoke up "I am assuming it was a tough night then at work" he asked while sitting next to me. I felt the tears welling up so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and turned on the water to block the sound out.
By Sophie larissa5 years ago in Filthy
Education of a Scoundrel
In life it is of vital importance to have a goal. One year in college my goal was Candy, a blonde dance major with a habit of letting her egregious breasts fall out of her top in dance class. None of my friends knew much about her, just that she hung out with a few artsy theatre types and her nerdy brother who rented a house with her. But once again eavesdropping served me well.
By Samuel Wright5 years ago in Filthy
Solar Moon: Part 7
11 Chapter Eleven: A Lycan Blessing “I agree, it sounds like the right move to go and find your brother, but I am staying here.” It was taking everything inside him to control his temper. Just the thought of leaving his mate here in this place, unprotected, unmarked had him clenching his fists in anger.
By Phoenix Stone5 years ago in Filthy
Whatever Strikes Your Fantasy
Chapter One Mallory Malone could not believe her luck as she stepped over the threshold and into the main foyer of the impressively large manor home. Once inside, she followed the gentleman who had helped her with gathering her bags from the cab she’d taken from the airport, as he led her to the large ornate front desk that was located in the small alcove to her right.
By Mary Boatright5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
I see you sitting on the bench as I pull up in my golf cart. I am a Park Maintenance worker and I have been watching you every day walk through the park. I noticed you sat on the bench overlooking the river which is a favorite of those seeking private sex spots. I throw on my jump suit and gather my tools and step into my cart. Unknown to you I have been watching you on my computer as the park is loaded with security cameras. I pull up to where you are and say,” Good Morning may I clean here or would you like to continue your privacy”. You smile and say, “You may dance from a pole for me anytime you like”. I am shocked at you being so forward and then I notice you have no bra on, and your nipples are poking through your shirt. My erection becomes noticeable to you and you smile with pride as if you have been presented an award. I say, “Miss will you please sit in my cart while I clean the bench.” You move to the cart without asking why. I begin foaming down the bench and wiping it down. I am talking as I am working explain that all this is new stuff that must be done because of Covid 19. I am scrubbing away, and I feel your eyes raping my body as I work. I finish and glance at you sitting in the cart with your skirt pulled up playing with your juicy pussy. You see me looking and say,” Do you think you can help me”? I say,” Yes” and take my jump suit off to reveal a throbbing erection. You smile and say,” Good I was going to hold your cart hostage until you satisfied me”. I bury my face between your legs and sink my tongue inside you. You moan with ecstasy as my tongue begins to flicker at your clitoris. You reach down and grab the back of my head as you begin to orgasm. It is like you want to stuff my whole head up inside you because you are so driven with the desire for more pleasure. You begin to squirt all over my face, and I drink all your juices I can. You are out of breath and glistening with sweat. The seat on the cart is the perfect height as I stand and slide my cock deep inside you. I begin to thrust hard and fast and the cart squeaks as it rocks back and forth. You let out a scream as you burst into orgasm. I feel it building and sink my cock balls deep inside you and explode with warm spurts of cum. You can feel me squirting inside you and your orgasm intensifies. I pull my cock out of you and wipe it off. I quickly get dressed and say, “Well Miss would you like to help me do the maintenance next week same time. You are glowing with satisfaction and say, “You can maintenance me anytime you want”. You reach into your purse and get a business card and hand it to me. I smile at you and say, “My name is John”. You smile and say,” I am Katie”. I give you a long passionate kiss and say,” I hate to leave but I will call, and we will go to dinner”. You smile and say,” And we will have desert at my place” I feel a stirring in groin as I think about desert at your place and the things I can do with Ready Whip. We hug again and go our separate ways.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
