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Forbidden Fantasies
“Oh yeah? You mean I’ve got you,” he stated with a wolfish expression. I peered directly into his eyes and batted my eyelashes for added effect.
By Sai Marie Johnson8 years ago in Filthy
Lovers Weekend Away - 3
We decide to take a drive so I put on that sexy little black dress you bought me and we head off, headed nowhere really, just enjoying our time together. As we walk out the door, I notice you can't take your eyes off me, practically undressing me already.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
Lovers Weekend Away - 2
As the first little stream of sunlight seeps through the curtains we lay in bed naked, legs intertwined, me half laying on you with my head on your chest. I think about last night, the train ride, the all night love making session... the things we did to each other and I burrow into your chest smiling, enjoying your warmth as the crisp morning air surrounds me.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
Best Friends
I was to meet my girl and her best friend Kerry for dinner. Kerry was going through a rough time. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. Soh thought it would be a great idea to have dinner with Kerry to cheer her up. I must admit Kerry was a very beautiful girl, long hair brunette, she had the forest in her eyes dark green, tall and slender, tone legs, firm breasts that stood at attention without the need for support, a small waist that complimented the short red dress she had on with the high split that showed her toned thighs, 6 inch black stiletto heels that made her legs even more appealing, she walked tall but she was only 5’2″. I met up with Kerry first at a restaurant called La Cuban. We sat at the table having a little conversation to make the time go by as we waited.
By Daniel Roberts8 years ago in Filthy
Wanton Inquiry
Sheila was about my height. She was a fat girl. One that looked average size at the top around the neck and shoulders, but she started to get heavier in the waist, ass, and thighs. She didn’t wear makeup, she was an average looking brown-skinned woman with bedroom eyes and a wide ass. General Motors had trained and licensed me to drive several different forklifts, and I was driving a Raymond reach forklift doing what was called ‘let downs’ on the second shift. We started at 4:00 PM, and got off at 2:30 AM most nights. I would lift heavy stock down from high off the shelves, and put it on the floor where other workers could fill orders for auto parts from other warehouses and dealers. The job required a second person to point out the locations of the parts, and handle the paperwork.
By One Iam8 years ago in Filthy
Lynette (Part Three)
"I wanna suck your cock and I want it clean!" Those words resounded in Davids imagination as he left the room. The moral ambiguity of the situation was not lost him: a girl more at home in his daughter's age group than his. Plus there was those frightened eyes. Something was going on that was forbidden to his inquiries. "Best sort some food out," he thought and took a pizza out of the freezer and switched the oven on, then pondered, "I did not come on to her. She came on to me. She asked to come here and I've not even touched her yet." He collected his robe and a clean towel from the bedroom and hit the shower.
By kelvin matchett8 years ago in Filthy
Delicious Friction
She didn't spend time trying to figure out why she wanted him again. He didn't want her to. So he pulled her close, his hands lingering on the small of her back, his tongue swiping his bottom lip. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Lynette (Part Two)
"Take me home," she pleaded. "Where do you live?" "Not my home, yours." This was serious, not an idle fantasy. A young girl not much past his daughter's age, in need of what? Certainly, in need of something. The girl sensed his hesitation and said, "I just need a place to be right now. Just a place to be. You won't be sorry."
By kelvin matchett8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 4, The Truth
He observed every detail of her apartment. From the sleek white curtains, to the black soft carpet beneath his bare feet. He wanted to know more about her, from what she liked to do first thing in the morning to the secrets he knew she kept from him. He smiled as he observed the pink marble counter that topped off the island in the kitchen. The appliances were solid black. He remembered her fascination with those two colors. He didn’t think anything of it, but now having seen her apartment, he knew she wasn't kidding.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Lynette
Comes in many forms... Summer city smells: diesel, carbon monoxide, fast food, a feint hint of sewage, vegetable stalls and then....and then.. a pub. Clothes sticking to your back from a very long long... long work. You look inside. Friendly shadows, men subdued, talking in murmurs and the smell... Oh! the smell.. Stale beer, fresh beer and all the glorious stages in between up to and including the last.
By kelvin matchett8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 3, The Elevator
The rain was pouring down heavily as they pulled up in front of her apartment. She was still recovering from her last earth shattering orgasm. Her thighs quivered as she exited the car, taking his hand. He led her into the building, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand, making sure her fire was still burning into thick flames beneath her skin.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 2, The Joyride
He was still hard when they settled themselves into her car. And she wasn’t making it any easier. She’d been teasing him ever since he stepped on the gas pedal. The way she tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck, letting him see how he had left his mark on her with his teeth. He grinned at that. He liked that she wasn’t afraid of letting loose, going crazy, letting him make her feel good.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy