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Hospitality Confessions: Lots of Groping and Heavy Panting and Masturbation at Night — Frustrating but Exciting, Too
Chapter 3: Lots of Groping and Heavy Panting and Masturbation at Night — Frustrating but Exciting, Too It went on like this for about a week. I wasn’t planning to get into anything with Mario. After all, I did have to work with him. But the chemistry was insane. Night after night, I was going home, hot and sweaty and horny. It was the first time I’d really felt this way about a man.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
Hospitality Confessions: The Day I Start Writing the Hardest Letter I Have Ever and Will Ever Write in My Entire Lifetime!
Prelude When Jason woke up Monday morning and called Lee Anne, he got her answering machine. Strange, he thought. They always went jogging early on Mondays. Lee Anne said that it was the only way to get the day started right. And once he’d gotten into the habit, he had to agree with her. Not only did he feel rejuvenated by the brisk pace that she made him keep, but he got to start the week with her. And he was looking forward to starting every single day with her after they got married in a couple weeks.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Filthy
Just Take Me For A Night Drive
I don't know what it is with me tonight, but I need some fresh air. Not too much, just enough. Just as much as comes in through a slightly open car window as we drive into uncertainty. Just enough to combat the heat from the AC, enough to keep my body warm and my right cheek cold. Enough to make me shiver, leave goosebumps on my arm.
By Lars Londerre5 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 4| No Occasion
Romy was in the bathtub. The water had been reset three times now. The first time was when she was pouring herself another helping of champagne. Some of it had spilled from the bottle and made a small puddle of beige bubbles on the floor. She’d watched them for a little while, tilting the flute of sweet bubbly to her lips. Her toes scrunched the rear lip of the porcelain and she let herself lean all the way back, the sudsy water obscuring the view of her naked lower torso.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Filthy
The Sacred Followers of Roscoe Forthright. Chapter Two.
[from the Journals of Garabed Gregorian, edited by Roscoe Forthright] Chapter Two. Introduction. Every worthwhile cult has an insightful back-story. Before Roscoe explored his own spiritual sexuality, he was influenced by various religions and neo-pagan occult ideas. And he had prophetic visions. Three celestial visitations in particular shaped the development of Roscoe's ideas and his philosophy of Oneness. After having conversations with Deities from Christian, Jewish, Islamic and Buddhist pantheons, a person is forced to revise their definitions of “Reality,” to include the new, and shocking spiritual experiences. The visitations fortified Roscoe's determination to discover accurate, and all-compassing definitions of Reality. He wants to know the Truth. Not the half-truths of previous religious and scientific thought; not the half-truths of major and minor philosophers. Roscoe wants an experiential truth, a truth immediately perceived and understood, without the complex linguistic and cultural twists of logic, which are mandatory in most religions and philosophies.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
Technalia 2619
Cold... Dark... Numb.... Bright flashes blind me, as a wave of nausea hits. Screams… Close, then distant, echo through my mind. Rust... Atrophy... Time... An endless expanse of time. Sleep mode... Dreams... Nightmares… Memories… Horror... War... Pain... Cold... Dark... Numb... Rust... Pain… Atrophy... Time… Blinding… Freezing… Rusting… Numbing… Humming… Hurting… Lying… Burying… Footsteps running… Freezing... Burning… Cold… Dark...
By Katy Stuff5 years ago in Filthy
