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My Husband's Friends Fucked Me In Front Of Him
Late last year my husband and I were out with some friends at a bar and we all played a few rather drunk games of pool. I've never been great at pool, but on this occasion, I managed to lose every single game. It got to the point that a couple of the guys present suggested a forfeit if I lost the last game. They drunkenly joked that I should have to be the waitress at our next catch-up and that I should do it naked. My husband found this hilarious and this only encouraged them. And of course, I did lose the game. I got a lot of boos and pouting when I told them that it was never going to happen, and eventually the joke died down and the night went on as usual. However from that point on, seemingly whenever we got together over drinks, the supposed forfeit would come up in conversation and a couple of them would have a shot at convincing me again.
By #EroticaMaster | A Project for BetterMe5 years ago in Filthy
Sleeping with a Soldier
Vivian watched the parade as it went by. The veterans first, the old men with their wheelchairs and walkers, aided by the younger generation of soldiers, women among them now, too. Behind them came those in support, the firefighters in their crisp pale blue uniforms, the paramedics in their darker blue, the school kids, all marching behind in honour of those who’d given their lives, for the freedom of these generations.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
ROLLING THUNDER
I’m working late if a person can call it work because I love what I do. Not everyone has that luxury, they have to do whatever it takes to keep the wolf from the door. It’s thundering and raining outside but I’ve got the music cranked so loud all I can hear is Steppenwolf’s 'Born to be Wild' blasting through my sign shop. I don’t letter many signs. I’m known more for pinstriping and airbrushing graphics on vehicles, motorcycles being my favorite. I don’t know what it is but when I’m laying a thin stripe of enamel paint on a motorcycle gas tank, that long narrow brush almost feels like my finger tracing the contours of a woman’s big breast, gets me downright excited. And that’s what I’m doing right now, finishing up pinstriping a flame job on a Harley Davidson gas tank. Besides the blaring music, I’m also enjoying a bottle of cold beer. Not sure how many I’ve had since I started working on the gas tank today but judging by the empties lying around, I’d say this is probably about a fifteen or sixteen beer job. I’ve been told I have a drinking problem but as odd as it seems, as drunk as I get, my hand is still as steady as a rock and what’s really amazing and I have no idea why, I don’t get hangovers. Feel a little fuzzy the next day, that’s all, until I pop the cap on a bottle of brew and knock it back.
By Len Sherman5 years ago in Filthy
My Sweet Blade
I could feel him coming, like an invisible wave of heat and longing. Our connection pulled low at my belly, languid and piercing. I sipped on the whiskey, feeling nothing but him. It was strange to me, being alone for so long, being so careful not to have any connections, to crave another so.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Filthy
TALES of ANARCHY
PRELUDE Demons, the citizens of the hellish underworld, have always wanted to live in the sunlight, to be free to feed on, possess, and enslave mankind, yet were often attacked and even killed by their celestial realm dwelling kinfolk, Dragons.
By Derrick Anthony Strong5 years ago in Filthy
Leap of Faith
It was New Year's Eve she sat in her chair and thought about him. After knowing him for years their feelings had grown into a burning desire of love. She felt he was the one for her. She had never felt the way she did with him safe, loved, protected and most of all wanted. Over the last 3 months they had begun talking more than the casual greetings and communications. Over the years of seeing him once every four weeks for his hair cut and hair removal, they had developed a strong friendship. She knew he didn’t know her whole story of her past and present relationships and was very uncertain if he would even want anything to do with her if and when he found out. You see she had really been in a bad place in her life and had married for the wrong reasons almost like a punishment to herself for her bad decisions in her past. She had been down and out, homeless and done things she wasn’t proud of during that time. He of course had no idea of any of this but knew he enjoyed seeing her over the years and felt a very special sense of connection to her. He himself had not been such an angel and had been in relationships that he really didn’t want to be in but really had no better option.
By timothy w davis5 years ago in Filthy
Maid for Pleasure
Arriving home from a long day at work, Thomas grabbed a drink out of the fridge and headed upstairs to jump in the shower and relax for the rest of the evening. Body aching but smelling the smell of clean in the air, remembering that his housekeeper had cleaned the house that day! It was music to his eyes and nose! He smiled as he continued upstairs to his bedroom when he began to hear soft moans coming from his bedroom.
By More Than Words5 years ago in Filthy
