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The Power of Lust
Hey Beautiful Another day walking through the halls of Torture High BKA (Better Known As): Rushmore High in Rushmore, Louisiana, I had my armor up and my game face on as I made my way to my locker before first period. I ask myself why she has to be standing with her loyal minions by my locker every morning when hers is on a different floor on the other side of the school. Macey Woodfork was the hair green mole on my ass that just wouldn't go away. She made it her primary goal in life to make sure I didn't have one. For the better part of my high school years, she succeeded until I met him. Maybe it happened before or after, I don't really remember but I know I had gotten tired of letting her get to me and allowing her to think she had won a prize every time she got a laugh for a joke at my expense.
By Ashley Nwadike8 years ago in Filthy
She Knows: Part 3
The Next Day: 5 AM I haven't slept at all. I can't stop thinking about that kiss. I know it was completely unprofessional, but oh, was it amazing. His lips were like pillows and he smelled so great. I want to text him and apologize, especially for how we left things, but I know I can't. He told me just to leave. Obviously that's not a good sign. I'm not sure if I should even go into work today. Maybe I'll call out, but know I can't because that would only cause more problems. The last thing I need right now is more problems.
By Grace Xtra8 years ago in Filthy
Physical Game
Gabriel and Hazel were a match made on the basketball court. They met when he started following her video blog. In between teaching sessions at the local community college, Gabriel would log on to see what she was up to at her campus 50 miles away. Gabriel loved following Hazel's campus dating life and her fascination for sports.
By Roman Gabrielo8 years ago in Filthy
Oral Fixation Part 1
I knew what she wanted. It’s what she always wanted. She wanted me to bury my face between her thick thighs. She wanted me to part her pussy lips and devour her wetness. And I was always happy to oblige her. One reason I enjoyed being invited to see her was that I got to lick, suck, and fuck her senseless. And as if that weren’t rewarding enough, sometimes she invited a friend.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Gorgeous
I've never been the type to speak my fate into existence, to wish for something unattainable and completely out of my comfort zone. That all changed the moment I set eyes on you. I was nervous the moment you decided to wave back at me the day we met and I was nervous every second after that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Insatiable
By my estimation, she had climaxed three times already. And still she continued to take the pounding I was dishing out. My rock hard dick repeatedly disappeared into her soaking wet pussy causing our bodies to violently slap against each other rhythmically. It was such a raw and primal sound, and it seemed as if we were magically creating music together. I held her thick thighs firmly against my chest as she lay on her back, her hands holding onto the brass headboard in a death grip. The bed groaned and creaked beneath us at the onslaught. Her size DD breasts pinwheeled in opposing directions as I fucked her mercilessly. The sight of her succulent breasts only added fuel to my already significant arousal.
By Tim Ellerbe II8 years ago in Filthy
Skin Echoes
I have no idea why I'm at your door tonight. No. That's a lie. I know exactly why. And apparently you do too. You open the door as if you knew who was about to knock. Maybe you did. Maybe you saw me coming. Maybe you've been waiting for me all along. Maybe you've found someone else. None of those scenarios stopped me from finding you after we ran into each other again. Someone had to make the next move, and I wanted to be that person tonight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Sofia: Part 8
Her entire body felt like it was floating on water, weightless, no burden anchoring her down. Or at least, that's what she wished was happening. When she'd woken up from her 16 hour sleep marathon, she felt as if all the pain in the world was infused into every nerve ending of her body. Salt in the deepest of cuts was nothing compared to how miserable she had felt.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
