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Erotic in nature. Content that discusses erotic acts, films, art, or fantasies.
My Morning Orgasm
This morning, my husband woke me up in a good way. I thought that I was dreaming, but he had his face down between my legs, licking on my vagina. I usually sleep with just a shirt on and no panties because he just loves to be spontaneous and frisky at times.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
The Rookie
As I strut down the long hallway of the hotel, I imagined his face when he would see me in my attire: three inch heels; tight, black, short skirt; red lips; and black eyeliner. I smirked to myself, thinking of hands pulling me into the room and hoisting my legs around his waist; skirt riding up around my ass. I started to feel warm and excited the closer I clicked towards the room in my high heels and reminisced of the last time I saw him:
By Xena Warrior7 years ago in Filthy
The Control Janice Had
Thomas and Janice had been married for a few years now and had no children to speak of because they both want their careers first. Thomas was a registered politician while his wife Janice was a certified accountant. They both worked long hours, and when they finally met each other at home, that is when the intimacy began.
By Brandi Payne7 years ago in Filthy
Under Arrest
As the car moved along towards the hotel, I adjusted my stockings as they started to roll over at the top. I thought of the times that I had spent with Michael in Key West at the Hyatt Hotel. It was an amazing three days spent in the room, ordering room service and servicing each other over and over between naps and eating. It had been about a year since that time, but I was finally going to get to see him again.
By Cindy McIntyre7 years ago in Filthy
Naughty Tales
He grabs both of my wrists with his left hand and puts them both above my head. My breathing is labored as he pins me against the wall. He slowly starts to kiss on my neck while he's using his right hand to play with my soft and supple breast. He squeezes and molds each globe in his hand one at a time pinching and tracing each nipple until they are rock hard standing at attention. I let out soft sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure. He lips leave my neck only to find themselves pressed up against my own. He slides his right hand down to panties where he begins to rub teasingly slow the thin piece of fabric is getting wetter and wetter with my juices. My soft sweet moans becoming loud pleas for him to take the panties off and touch me more. He lets go of my wrists and stops rubbing on my pussy. He looks me deep in my eyes like he's trying to find something in them. I guess he found what he was looking for because next thing I know is I'm being picked up and carried up a flight of stairs, down a dark hall to a pair of large double doors. He placed me down on soft plush carpet outside and reached in his pockets for a small golden key. He clasped his fist around the small key and turned to press his back against the doors and looked at me with a very intense look. It was a bit intimidating being under his gaze.
By Naaz Smith7 years ago in Filthy
Blackmailed (Pt.1)
My boyfriend, Pablo, has been coming home late, he usually comes home by six PM with traffic, but now he is coming around eight PM. Every time I talked about it, he gave me this look as if I asked him about his dead dog. His go-to line would always be: I am bringing home money for your childish expenses, I am working overtime for you, and you question me.
By victoria m7 years ago in Filthy
My Boss (Pt. 2)
The janitor was in front of me with his pants near his ankles, his hand holding his long, thick cock; the head of his cock looking right at me. My mouth began to drool as I began to think of his cock penetrating my insides. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as it grew more between my fingers, which got me more excited. Peter backed off and took a seat to watch what was about to happen to me; even he was shocked how big this cock was. The janitor began to undress his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers, as he was just in his shoes and I was naked from top to bottom.
By victoria m7 years ago in Filthy
Tell Me You Love Me
Atlanta, Georgia Wednesday night Steven nervously shoved his briefcase under his bed. It contained files, bank statements, money transactions, and other information he'd stolen from his father's computer. Steven spent the last three years searching everything, looking for something connecting his father to his wife's disappearance. He had not expected to find money laundering, stock manipulation, and price fixing. The old man didn't deserve another day of freedom as far as he was concerned and he was set to turn it in to a former classmate of his in the FBI tomorrow. He heard movement at his bedroom door and turned around quickly in fear to see who it was.
By Mahogany SilverRain7 years ago in Filthy
