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ICOY 2
I rush to a green apple and dark wood kitchen, feeling my pounding heartbeat. I grab a used pot from the cluttered sink, and kneel on the floor, having a sentimental struggle. "Fuck! " I grunt, taking in a shuddering breath, before placing my phone on the floor and using the pot in my other hand to demolish it. I bang the screen in five times, hearing the glass shatter, seeing the metal under-workings.
By Starbucks Quxxn4 years ago in Filthy
Too Hot to Handle
The sweat dripped from my eyebrow and fell to my eyelash. I felt it, as more slid down to the tip of my nose, before I could wipe it with my gym towel. Out of breath was an understatement, but pushing my body past its limits was the only relief I had felt for months. I needed a break. I followed the speckled carpet straight into the women's locker room. I stopped in front of my locker 135, but I knew I wasn't leaving yet. The sauna was calling to me and I had recently begun using binaural beats for meditations. I needed any kind of relief that the world had to offer and my therapist had suggested it a few weeks back. To be honest, it was a close second to the strenuous workouts. I got into the habit of using the sauna everyday, it became my private sanctuary where I could unwind without being disturbed. Today, I wanted that more than anything; or so I thought.
By CreatingAkasha 4 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 1
My phone pings atop a kitchen's counter. Text: What the fuck you mean you don't have it yet? Milk spills from a bowl in my hands, splattering to the floor, as I lean over to read the new text. Who is this?? I mentally ask the random contact in my messenger. Just delete. No, say, "you have the wrong number. No, just leave it alone. I continue eating my bowl of Lucky Charms. I liked to have the marshmallows outnumber the cereal. I always pluck out the hard pieces for a bit before being satisfied. I devour the bowl of sweet crunch like the damn hulk. When done, I tilt the bowl and sip the fruity milk. While gulping it down, another ping comes from my phone. Text: Use this card: 5891 5200 6731 7509, 734 04/2021 get the shit!
By Starbucks Quxxn4 years ago in Filthy
Divine Feminine
I closed the door to the bathroom, and stood by the sink - examining my face in the mirror, eyes narrowed as I absorbed my features one at a time. Bright blue eyes shone cornflower flecked with silver beneath mascara-coated lashes, my overly expressive brows knit together, my critical face looking more angry than anything. And that anger was solely directed at myself, I had no right to be here in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, lusting after the woman in the bedroom I'd just left...the woman that fascinated me so deeply. No right at all. My fingers ran absently through my pin straight auburn hair, it was fine like silk thread, and just as soft. I took a deep breath to center myself, wiped my forehead and under my eyes with a damp washcloth, and walked back into the bedroom.
By Jocelynn Carothers4 years ago in Filthy
Reflect, Lick, Penetrate
Her skin felt warm against my arm, her body-heat rising as the two of us lay there on our backs, looking up at the mirrored ceiling, naked except for our bikini bottoms. A soft ocean breeze ruffled the thin white drapes, and a seagull cried outside.
By Jupiter Grant4 years ago in Filthy
The Very First Time
Jasmine stared in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful with ample sized breasts and gorgeous chunky thighs, but she just couldn't be as beautiful as her. Even worse there was no chance of getting that young sexy lady out of her head. They had literally just met damn it! Besides she was into men not women! She had been out clubbing at a down town club called Sauce. She hadn't known it was an LGBTQ club until she had walked in, and she didn't care as long as it had a dancefloor. She was intending to dance alone, until she walked in. Yes she! She with the gorgeous big breasts, she with the beautiful ample stomach, she with the tight, beautiful thighs. Jasmine had no idea why she was thinking about women in sexual terms, she wasn't normally like this. However, she was single and pretty much happy about that, as being single enabled her to play, no strings attached. She didn't want tying down for the rest of her life. That would be simply too boring for her sex life! Jasmine thought for a minute, there was no way she could be into women, she only ever had sex with men. She brushed her long, wavy dark hair, and decided that after a late night, coffee was the only solution to waking her up. She planned to go back to that club tonight and find that gorgeous female who had her all hot and bothered. She needed to understand why she felt this way. Was it infatuation? Sexual? or was she simply just drawn to her? Either way, she needed to know.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
Lesbian erotics
“I was born knowing how to do this,” Cassandra purrs after licking Traci’s pussy through a dental dam all the way to her first orgasm of the night. She later shows me the sticker posted in her locker at the Hustler Club where she works: Girls Eat Pussy Better.
By Nina Ferrari5 years ago in Filthy
The Next Day
Oh sweet daddy of morning wood. It’s a perfectly natural occurrence for men that feels so amazing. It’s also been quite some time since I’ve experienced it pressed into my back. At some point in the night, Alex and I apparently switched positions. He has one arm draped over my side, his hand pressed against my chest. I’m using his other arm as a pillow. I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable.
By Jay Villin5 years ago in Filthy
When friends become lovers
When friends become lovers Sasha looked into Lisa's eyes, smiled, and placed her hand just under the curve of her smooth, soft breasts and leaned forward. As she did her breasts brushed against Lisa's, her nipples rubbed lightly against the girl she had known since the day they first started school and stiffened almost instantly.
By J S Morbius5 years ago in Filthy
