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Kneel. Content Warning.
Agnostic. I was an agnostic. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure there was a higher entity of some description anymore, or if there was an afterlife, and if there was I was most certainly going to hell ; that I was sure of. I grew up being forced to go to church as a child and all the way through to my teens, attending two prestigious Catholic schools as a child which also reinforced my beliefs. I often questioned my faith as I grew older and bad things happened to me; if God was real then why did all these horrific things happen to me? It was a question that had stuck and lingered, even up till today as a twenty year old woman.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
What I Did With My Son
My Name is Sara, I am a single parent of a teenage son, 18, I was divorced when my son was very young, I had a good job, I was ranking up till I became a top rank at my job, making a very nice salary, living in a comfortable personally owned house, I was in my late thirties, a super good looking woman, I have always taken good care of my body and body looks, wearing hot & sexy clothes.
By Nathal Nortanabout a year ago in Filthy
Hold Me. Content Warning.
Kathy's eyes darted open, gazing upon the little green numbers of her alarm clock, the only light in the darkness that engulfed her room. 3:15 AM. Four hours before her alarm was set to go off, yet she was wide awake. It was unlike her to be up so early and alert. As if something had stirred her from her slumber. She sat up, scanning the room. For what, she wouldn't be able to say for sure. The room felt more occupied. As if someone else was there. But there was nothing. Yet it felt like there had been someone with her.
By Joachim Heijndermansabout a year ago in Filthy
Unlocking Female Pleasure: Tips and Tricks for Achieving the Big O. Content Warning.
Often seen as complex and elusive, female pleasure is hailed as one of the biggest mysteries to conquer. Yet, mastering it is the key to enhancing sexual satisfaction — both for solo and couple’s play.
By Nadia Weissabout a year ago in Filthy
Graveyard mistress🪦
It was a dark and stormy Halloween night when he first laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a sexy mistress costume, her long legs adorned with fishnet stockings and her red lips begging to be kissed. He couldn't resist her seductive aura, and before he knew it, he was under her spell. Their eyes met across the crowded bar, and she gave him a seductive smile, motioning for him to come closer. As he made his way through the crowds of costumed partygoers, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She was like a magnet, pulling him closer and closer until he was standing right in front of her. "Happy Halloween," she quietly whispered into his ear, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "Happy Halloween to you too," he replied, unable to tear his gaze away from her. They talked and laughed, and as the night went on, they grew closer and closer. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, and he couldn't help but feel like he was falling in love with her. But he knew it was just a fling, a night of passion before they went their separate ways. Or so he thought. As the clock struck midnight, she took his hand and led him outside, into the stormy night. They ran through the streets, the rain soaking them to the bone, until they reached a secluded graveyard nearby. She led him to a grave, and with a wave of her hand, the ground began to tremble, and the coffin rose from its resting place. "I have a secret to tell you," she whispered, her eyes glowing in the moonlight. "I am not just a sexy mistress. I am a witch, and you have fallen under my spell." He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but before he could react, she kissed him, and he felt a surge of pure ecstasy run through his body. From that moment on, he was hers, bound to her for eternity. And as they danced under the full moon, their love transcending time and reality, he knew that this was no ordinary Halloween romance, but a love that would last forever in his eternity.
By Crazy story writer ✍️ about a year ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
After a long day Bill came home and went to get some restful sleep. While trying to sleep, he then hears a voice from his doorway. “Bill, can I sleep in your bed tonight?” asked his visiting girlfriend, Millie. “I’m sorry. I know I’m a big girl now, but storms still frighten me, and I feel so safe when I’m with you…” she had entered his room wearing a short see through pink nightie. “That’s absolutely okay sweetie, come here” he said, pulling half of the covers open for her. She walked over to the other side of the bed. She giggles and cuddles up with him as she enters the bed. “I’d love for you to sleep with me. But you should know something. I'm naked right now. So it might not be such a good idea now” he said blushing with embarrassment and she was confused. He had pulled his boxers off moments before she came into the room.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Filthy
Romantic Helicopter Date Dreams:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Romantic Helicopter Date Dreams: Sky High Connection Experience This article explores the allure and unique intimacy of a romantic helicopter date, delving into why some might find it exhilarating while others might be hesitant for a first date. It highlights reasons someone may turn down such a grand gesture, citing possible fears of heights, motion sickness, or a preference for grounded interactions early on.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Filthy
Hotel Rooms
Hotel rooms are always the places where unspeakable things happen between the sheets or in the shower, the walls only knowing the secrets kept inside of them. A forbidden secret between you and another person, a secret of the pleasure you’ve exchanged, the moans that echoed around that room, how good it all felt. But as soon as you leave that very room, it’s all forgotten. The clothes from the previous night clinging onto those memories, the lust, the euphoric feeling.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
Intimacy
Intimacy as a noun is defined as close familiarity or friendship or to have sexual intercourse/relations. It’s more than the sex for me. It’s the soft touches, the way they make me feel when that surge of electricity simmers beneath my skin. The delicateness I feel when I’m in a submissive state knowing this is my purpose, to please and to serve. The sound of moans echoing through the room. When I curl my toes then plant them firmly into the mattress under me, a way to ground myself when I start to sink. The quickening of my breath when I’m about to come undone, and when I do, the earth shattering high and euphoric pleasure that follows. To me that is everything and more that word stands for.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
