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Adventures in Domination and Blackmail
Adventures in Domination and Blackmail The meeting was set for 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. His house, usual scenario. He would drive to his house. The door to an empty garage bay would be open. Once inside the garage, he closes the door. A set of instructions would be on the whiteboard against the entry wall. Supposedly arriving this way keeps the neighbors from prying. Highly doubtful, everyone in the neighborhood knows he is a predator. He preys on men of a certain age.
By Derick Sinclar4 years ago in Filthy
Every Man's Dream
Every Man's Dream by: Dennis R. Humphreys Sometimes when a man is sitting somewhere...it could be a bar, a restaurant, in the dentist office...anywhere, and he sees a woman walk through the same door he came through earlier, he sees a good lay, a friend, his future wife, or just another woman he'll see this one time and never again. Funny things is, and most women will deny this, they do the same thing when they see a man walk through the door. It seems to have become part of an age old evolutionary process we can't deny even though special interest groups, politicians and religious leaders attempt to wash it out of our minds.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Filthy
Tasha
Another Friday slinging boxes at the warehouse. We had a lot of orders to pick and get out before UPS showed up at the end of the day. Usually nothing provoked more anxiety in Ricky and I than to see one of the sales staff in the warehouse late Friday. Often that meant they had just made a sale and would demand getting a new order out quickly to impress their new sales prey. No sales person in the place struck me as more predatory than Tasha. She was a sleek five foot six, slender torsoed blond with a luscious rounded bottom. Whether in jeans or a flowing dress her bottom was tops. She had short curly blond bobbed hair that could only be described as fluffy. Often it fluttered about her face obscuring her right eye while her other eye would slyly size you up. To me she was the personification of the idiom of the times. Foxy.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
The Truth We Tell Ourselves
I was right. I did the right thing. Didn’t I? Of course I did. She will thank me for it eventually. Of course she will. It wasn’t working. We were not working. Somebody had to make the hard decisions. Someone had to make a choice. She would never have done it.
By Q-ell Betton4 years ago in Filthy
The Painter
I wasn’t always a fan of semen. In fact, I would go so far as to say that in my younger years, I actually had an aversion to spunk. It was all gluggy and gluey, with a whiff of chlorine and ammonia that made me think of Windex window-cleaner mixed with a dash of fruit juice. Though I loved giving head, I could never bring myself to swallow the resulting discharge, and when my boyfriends would cum, I would let the semen dribble out of my open mouth onto their lower belly and groin. I would perform this little spit-out ritual in the sexiest way I knew how; looking up with a cheeky twinkle in my eyes, maybe a saucy smile, as I let their man milk ooze from between my lips. However, in reality, I was trying not to gag, and couldn’t get that gunk out of my mouth fast enough.
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Filthy
So Many Doors
"Mommy?" a small boy's voice says behind her. She turns around quickly, looking around for the little boy, but all that is around her are the seven other girls. Each one is dressed in different phases of undress, some almost wearing nothing at all. The white light of the streetlamp burns down upon her. She looks down at her hands, seeing the burning cigarette almost completely burned down to the filter, and takes one last drag before tossing it into the wet pavement of the road.
By Jay Piddleytoe4 years ago in Filthy
