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Twink no more
It was the summer of 2019 and our Twink, James, had just finished school for the last time, in perfect physical conditioned with toned abs to rival any sportsman. He was looking for a summer job to fill time but also to earn some money because he wanted to go travelling with his friends from school.
By Bristolfatty6 years ago in Filthy
His Desire
She packed her bags and prepared to go visit her boyfriend for the weekend as she had done many times before over the last couple of years. This weekend, however, would be different because she was finally ready to give him something he had wanted more than almost anything else over the years, a baby. It had been a couple of months since she stopped taking her birth control and she'd been tracking her cycle to guarantee that her visit to him was during her most fertile time. They had tentative plans to explore various activities this weekend, but she doubted that they would leave her hotel room much at all. As she finished her preparations to leave she made sure she had the new lingerie she'd just got packed and headed out on her way.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Time for Dessert!
I close the cab door behind me and watch as it drives off down the street. I sigh and turn around to face the front of his house. All the lights are off, and it looks as if the entire house is asleep. I glance at my watch: 10:45 pm. I know I am late, and I know the punishment will be great. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach dance with nervousness, excitement, and anticipation. There is a slight chill in between my legs as the wind blows. My panties are still damp from the train ride. I walk over to the driveway and stand on the non-visible side of the car. I slide my panties off, fold them, and stuff them into my purse. I swallow and whisper aloud, “Don’t punk out now! Take your punishment like a good girl”.
By Erika Wood6 years ago in Filthy
Utter submission
His voice was in my head, like music. I wasn't even listening to the words that he was saying, but rather the movement of his mouth. As I watched with so much intensity, I realised when he stopped speaking. I looked up and saw his eyes watching me. The eyes that lay upon me were bold, bright and full of love and curiosity. I stared at him until he moved in to kiss me, probably because I was making him uncomfortable. His lips were soft but urgent, like he needed the taste of me on him, needed to feel my lips on his. I crumpled into the kiss and fell into a state that only he could put me in. All of my senses were heightened and numb at the same time. His hands begun to move around my body, exploring my figure as the lust deepened. I pulled at him, trying to tell him that I wanted more, needed more. He got the message and moved up my legs to get under my dress. I felt the silk go up my body, moving past my hips and my stomach with his hand following close behind. His hand reached the edge of my breasts, forcing me to moan deeply into his mouth. I leaned into him giving him the approval that he needed to go further. His hand slid beneath my undergarments and onto my bare skin until he reached my nipples. The shiver was sent down my spine all the way to my toes and I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck. I could feel his erection hard against my body, and I placed my hand around his phallus. As my hand was gliding up and down his manhood, he turned over onto me, making me lay on my back with his weight softly holding me down. I felt the tear in my underwear as he ripped them off my skin, not caring how expensive they were or how much he loved them and he inserted himself inside of me. I moaned in pleasure, feeling all of him slowly deepening in my genitalia and begged him for more by grabbing his hips and forcing my body up to his. He responded by pushing harder and making me completely speechless. As we were masking ourselves in each other's sweat and gratification, I could feel myself coming close to climax. "Harder, Harder." I felt the contraction of my muscles, my heart rate increase and a satisfying freedom as I heard him do the same. He began to slow to let his come release inside of me until he stopped and collapsed on the bed.
By Jamie-Lee Turner6 years ago in Filthy
I Dream of Breasts and Wolves
I have had dreams. We all have. Part of my sexual awakening was having particular types of dreams as early as 6 or 7 years old. I remember distinctly having dreams of full warm luscious breasts and me suckling them. Now, one might think, "Oh, she was breastfed as a baby and those were remnants of memories." You would think, right? But no, I was not breastfed as a baby. I can't really tell you why I've had these dreams off and on all my life.
By Eulonda B. Marie6 years ago in Filthy
A Sensual Bad Day??
Finally, the day was over and i had to walk from my workplace to my home. I had the worst day of my life at work, I was so tired and my body felt sticky. I walked into the house feeling raunchy and i had to take a shower immediately. So i walked to the bedroom, i took off my clothes ready to bounce into the shower. The water in the shower was cold and that made me feel so great and powerful, my penis was enjoying the movement of cold water around the head.
By Kevin Wanjiku6 years ago in Filthy
The Biker
I knew he was coming home with me. I hadn't met him in person yet, but I knew he'd be coming home with me. From the pictures of him on his motorcycle with sunglasses to the tattoos on his back; I knew I would not be coming home alone. I wasn't planning on him coming back with me. I wasn't hoping for it. I just knew.
By Xena Warrior6 years ago in Filthy
Fifty Shades Redder
The stench of dried blood was almost overwhelming. Still, Steven did his best with bleach and ammonia to get it cleaned up off the floor. He put his three thousand count white Egyptian sheets in the washer, with almost to much bleach that he almost gagged at the fumes.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Workout Buddies
I don’t know what possessed me to agree to going to the gym regularly, but Zach was my friend and it gave me time to complain about everyday life and a friend to workout with. It’s not that I don’t want to get in shape, I just don’t like going to gyms. Today as I get ready to go meet him, I can’t help but inwardly groan because I’m just sexually frustrated and know that working out is only going to make it worse. I make up my mind to wear a bright pink thong and matching low-cut sports bra, that pushes my DD’s into some flattering cleavage, with loose fitting extra short black shorts and flowing gray tank top that hangs off my boobs perfectly. If I’m going to be sexual frustrated today, I’m going to make sure my friend is too.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 years ago in Filthy
Brown Sugar & Spice
Lisa is a very well known philanthropist. She is known for her lavish lifestyle and rich tastes. What sets her apart from any other billionaire philanthropist? Is that she is a black woman. She made her riches off of the dotcom industry 30 years ago. What she has been doing with her money since then has helped numerous disabled veterans have homes and being debt-free. She wanted to give back to them because her father who served in World War 2. He was listed as a marine POW/MIA for two years.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
