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Fallen Deep
I wanted to think that maybe that night didn’t change anything between Gun and I, but I’d be lying. Little by little we saw each other more, he said it’s best for me to focus on school and how my life was before sex so I’ve been drowning myself in work and school not that I didn’t have fun at work, he made working fun and easy, Jerry caught onto our touchy-feely actions early on, but didn’t say anything with Mo around knowing how he was. We had a long talk about the whole situation and I agreed if Bash hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that I lived by a promise, I know I was just as much in the wrong, but then again he lied about breaking-up with Tracy too. For the past few weeks Gun and I learned more things about each other. Everything was going well we were filming our last scene of the day and Gun was helping clean our work station,
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
The Journal of a Vagabond
What it means to be... Inside me... her eyes said to his... What he didn't understand as the beautiful woman of Arabian descent started to dance in front of him. Was she flirting or was there for the show? It's not every day that you get to go to India to travel and be called royalty, or maybe he was just someone who had a good bit of money.
By Shannon Cork6 years ago in Filthy
How my Dom found me. Part 2
When I sat in my car I was shaking. My face was flush and my heart was beating hard. What had just happened? Did I find someone who understood me than I understand myself? I just sat there and breathed deeply. I was so horny now. All that I could I think of was getting home and get my clit between my fingers and having an earth shaking orgasm. I put my seat belt on and plug my phone in when it suddenly signals a test message. “Slut, no touching the cunt until I tell you that you can!”. For fucks sakes. I hate that and yet…I’m soaked. Without thinking I type “yes Sir”. I put the car and drive and head home. I was so dazed and didn’t even remember driving home! I think I was still in subspace.
By A Trans Girl on Fire6 years ago in Filthy
How my Dom found me.
It all started innocently. He sent me a quick note saying that he thought I was pretty and loved my confidence. I have never given much thought to messages on FetLife. Most of the time it’s just people that fetishize me. The compliments are nice but nothing really goes anywhere and to be honest they feel a bit weird. I much prefer to contact other people or to meet them myself. So, I asked him what interested him about me. I expected the same standard fetish answers but this time I didn’t get them. He simply said, "I like that you are confident and real.” Really? I had not heard that before and I was intrigued to hear more. I made sure that he understood that I am trans and he said he was very aware of that. So, we began discussions. Whenever I tried to turn the conversation to sex he would stop me. "I don’t want to hear about sex, girl.” I was taken aback. Every Dom that I had talked to went directly to sex. He now has my full attention.
By A Trans Girl on Fire6 years ago in Filthy
The Bodyguard
Leaving all their clothes in the living room, Watson and Chelsea made their way to Chelsea’s bedroom. As Chelsea pulled Watson through the apartment, he stared at her ass and noticed her own juices dripping down her leg from the orgasim she had given herself. His cum was covering her chest and tits where he had shot his load all over her. The thought that Chelsea wanted to continue what they were doing before cleaning herself off turned Watson on so much that even though he just came, he was already hard.
By Jo. Schmidt6 years ago in Filthy
Fallen Deep
I ran away, not sure where I was going everything just kept rerunning in my head. Between what Gun said earlier, and Bash. Not only my heart was dropping to the ground where Bash stepped on it and then rubbed it in my face. I had no one to talk so JubsJubs was my go-to spot, I used to tell Mo and Jerry not to drown their heart ache in liquor, but that was exactually what I was going to do now. Nothing else to regret in my life. To strong smell of bad breathe and smoke filled my nose as I opened the door seeing Mark the owner giving a wave then gesturing to him that I wanted and hot pot in my corner, it was something I got every time I came here, the drink was a mix of everything and strong as hell. Sitting down facing away from the crowd, I didn’t want to socialize, I didn’t want all the questions that would come after I opened my stupid mouth, and it was a good thing because Mark knew not to talk to me when I was in the state. Not the Jerry and Mo would understand those nosy assholes.
By Habby Grac6 years ago in Filthy
