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Tough Love Is Rough Love
Sitting at the edge of the bed a large, muscle bound, distraught, and broken man pleading with a woman, young with a full tight hourglass body, to change her mind. It's about 7am and it's already started between them. She said she wanted a divorce, that it's been a long time coming, that there is nothing that could be done to fix this broken marriage.
By Vic Winter8 years ago in Filthy
Alone Time
She imagined him kissing her, starting at her neck, and working his way down her body. Stopping at her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. She imagined his tongue sliding down her stomach, finding its way to her pussy. He would gently spread her lips and lick her. Slowly at first and then faster and faster on her clit. As she thought of his tongue in her wet pussy she slowly circled her clit with her fingers, her fingers were his tongue, teasing her clit, poking in and out of her pussy. She put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, then put them in her pussy pretending it was his hard dick; she squeezed her tits with one hand and fucked herself with the other. She pictured herself crawling on top of him, jumping on his erect penis. His strong hands would grip her hips and force her in a circular motion, the tip of his cock stroking her clit with every turn. She wanted to feel him deep inside her; she wanted to feel his cum explode into her pussy. Her pussy was getting wetter and her hand was moving faster and faster on her clit. She was moaning and breathing heavy. She reaches into her bedside drawer and pulls out her vibrator. She sucked it at first, pretending it was him, feeling his dick get harder in her mouth. Her hot breath on his hard dick, slowly circling her tongue around the head, then putting it all in her mouth, her hand never leaving her clit. She moaned as she sucked up and down on the shaft, tightening her lips as she came up and went back down. She beat the dildo on her clit and the sides of her pussy. Putting the head against the opening of her pussy and teasing it, slow circles all along the rim of her dripping cunt. Her hips were gyrating, begging the plastic dick to fuck her, she slowly put it in and slammed her pussy down on it. She fucked her pussy hard and fast, imagining his cock slamming in and out of her. She imagined him on top of her, her legs spread wide and his body on hers, his cock slippery with the juice from her pussy. He fucks her hard and fast, putting her knees on his shoulder so he can get deeper. She wants to cum, feels like she will explode if she doesn't release soon. He doesn't let her, he takes his dick out of her and beats it on her swollen clit. Kissing her deeply he enters her again and slow fucks her. He rocks her back and forth on his dick, going deep and soft. He is stroking her clit every time he pulls out. He sucks on her neck and her tits. His hands are all over her body, pulling her closer and squeezing her. She is pinned under him and can feel every inch of his hard dick running through her. She cums, hard and loudly onto him, her pussy throbbing on his cock. She wants to feel him cum in her; she keeps rubbing her pussy on his dick, begging him to cum. He fills her pussy up with his hot, sticky cum and doesn't pull out, making sure every drop is in her. He feels her pulsating on his dick as he continues to empty into her. The air smells like sex, her body is covered in sweat and is pulsating. Out of breath and flushed, she sits up and puts the dildo back in the drawer.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 6
"You've met someone, haven't you?" Elle Dubois, her closest friend in town grilled her from the next isle over in Phil's Pharmacy, and Lena immediately regretted being out in public with her. She had a nasty habit of seeing right through people, and Lena wasn't sure she was ready to tell everyone about Ethan. It was new, and exciting, she didn't want to jinx it. She didn't want it to be tainted by expectations or pressure. She wanted to do it right this time.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 5
"I haven't been honest with everyone here. And quite frankly, I'm not sure any of us are being honest with ourselves anymore," Lena began her speech at her group therapy the following week, and her silent audience was an indication that they, too, could relate to the mess collecting and building inside of her. She made her son a promise. A promise that she could no longer keep avoiding. She needed to overcome the grief keeping her hostage for not only the perfect family she tried to keep together, but for herself. Lena had lost parts of herself she hadn't been in touch with since the moment Emmett walked into her life and claimed her heart and she intended on rectifying that mistake sooner rather than later.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Feathers
She has no concept of just how sexy she is to me or just how easy it is for her to turn me on. I don't ever have to work at being aroused, that craving can just rush at me out of nowhere. Bless her. Most of the time, when she says or does something that sends shivers through me, she's not intending to spark a sexual encounter. But, Oh My God, I can't help myself. She is just irresistible with every breath that she breathes.
By Leslie Beyan8 years ago in Filthy
Filthy
His hand was playing... teasing, going up and down my stomach and right when it hit the outline of my breast, it stopped. My hand was playing one inch away from where I realized his dick was, just gently caressing his pants, barely feeling it. But he could feel me.
By Kiruina Rrrr8 years ago in Filthy
The Plane Ride
I stand up and straighten my skirt, hoping my panties catch all of our juices as they run out of me. We walk hand in hand towards the gate. We decided last minute to upgrade so we could have a little more room and privacy on the plane. We sit in the first row of first class and draw the curtain, blocking the other passengers from view.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
The Married Woman
She knew that as a married woman, having sex with someone other than her husband could be considered morally wrong. In her defense, her marriage had felt more like a chore than a marriage as of late. Her husband didn't notice her and certainly didn't appreciate her. There was no intimacy and what little sex they had was not about her pleasure. He had become a selfish lover and seemed not to care about her wants, needs, or desires. She met Luis during new employee orientation. She was taken aback by how tall he was, and hairy. He had a full beard and a bushy ponytail. There was something striking about him, his size was impressive, and his presence was commanding. She studied him, the way he walked, the way he talked with a slight accent, and the way he sat, wide-legged and spread eagle.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
