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Fucking A Straight Guy
The high school I went to was like a fountain, constantly spewing out hot men. Year after year, hot guys would come from other districts around the county (this is not Hunger Games). When they simply walked around, they would kill me with looks and some kindness (sort of Hunger Games). In my grade, a lot of them walked in a pack, like wolves, but let's be honest, they were really gazelles that were too fast to bend over and eat from behind. While suffering from being love struck, my horniness was a temporary treatment. I was like a lion, an evolved lion in the grass, watching these gazelles, all ass up, tails pointing in the air, arching towards the ground, always eating and staying so fit. That made me wonder what else their mouths are good for (still referring to guys in high school, not actual gazelles). I wait, move up quietly, watch my primary target (which is the waist). Typically, I go for brunettes, but every now and then, I get a craving for blonde.
By Keisen Sky7 years ago in Filthy
Vanilla Secret
You reminded me of New York. Where the filthy and sleepless streets sparked the recollection of your mouth between my thighs, while our bodies were parked in an alleyway at night. The gritty sounds flowing throughout the city made my pulse race, thighs quivering, while eating lunch on the freshly cut grass in Central Park. I haven't felt you this much in years. But just like this infectious and addictive city, you have a way of making me feel at home even when I'm lost.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Filthy
Best Lesbian Porn Sites
Lesbian erotica is one of the most popular genres of porn out there — for both performers and viewers. The problem is that much of it isn't actually made for women to enjoy; it's made for men, and you can often tell that performers aren't as into it as they should be.
By Emily McCay7 years ago in Filthy
Dax
I had many infatuations, loves, crushes. Yes, most of them looked like fuck boys. I went to school with respectful fuck boys, so it was easy to get attach. They're cute, beautiful, and I'm certain they're wonderful at giving away a great fuck. Gymnasts, Hockey players, Wrestlers(naturally gay and get aroused during matches but still allegedly straight), even rugby players. I've made many fantasies in my head regarding these athletes. They can vary from topics such as romance and slow to for fast, forced, and bounded. Somehow, I maintain enough self control. That doesn't mean going to the gym is not a struggle. Boners could happen any time for me. Most times, it flies when envisioning a fantasy in my head. I have a very creative mind. Seriously, there are so many things around me that I could turn into a sexual turn on, a bathhouse pleasure, even a merciless bound playground. It's a gift and a curse, but I do what I please with it.
By Keisen Sky7 years ago in Filthy
The Gift
It was a regular day like any other. Sira was walking home from school. The day seemed to extend to long. She was relieved to be done with it. She flipped back her blue hair and smiled, as she looked up to her house coming into view. Bummer she had to spend most of her eighteenth birthday in school, but she was free now.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
Next Year
There I was, wondering, like always, about things I can't have. This was different, it was in my reach. All I had to do was win, if I did the new console would be mine. All I needed was twenty-five-thousand tickets. I already had twenty-one-thousand. It comes with new controllers and everything. The game I was best at winning was throwing the rings onto the bottles. Usually it's a pretty rigged game, but I practice alot at home. But the issue was I was running out of time. The carnival closes in two hours, and to be able to get your thousand may take almost three.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
I'm Yours
Ash was your typical guy. He liked sports and was very good at them. He played football mostly. He had black hair and a very toned body. But no matter how popular he was, he never seemed to be truly happy. Women threw themselves at him. And he had been with many of them, but never felt truly satisfied. He related it to him just wanting to focus on becoming a professional and had to much on his mind.
By Johnathan Hunt7 years ago in Filthy
Midsummer's Eve
It is Midsummer's Eve, Yrfanis thought to herself. A time when elves celebrated the land, and of love. There would be much dancing and exchanging of gifts. And time spent with one's lover. And I have no lover. Yrfanis smoothed her green blouse, thin, nearly transparent. It left her arms and shoulders bare, and her middle also. She also wore short green breeches, cut off above the knees, and sandals. And nothing else. She smiled, looking at herself in the pool. She saw an elven woman, green haired and green-eyed, with light tan skin. She had curvy legs, firm bottom, a slender waist, and small but firm breasts above. A pretty face, framed by brilliant green hair. A comely woman, she knew, and yet without a lover. She sighed, thinking of her Drow elf friend Aunrae, who had saved her from death, and other, worse things, but a few weeks before. She picked up a gift she had for Aunrae, an armband of silver, with obsidian strips and purple garnet gems. The armband was beautiful, like her friend. The black obsidian matched her skin, the silver her hair, the garnets her eyes. Such lustrous skin, Yrfanis thought. She wished to touch, to caress that skin, she thought absentmindedly, then stopped. Surely not, she thought. Aunrae preferred the company of women, she knew, yet surely she had no such thoughts about Yrfanis! Yrfanis smiled ruefully, and walked out of the clearing, towards the Midsummer's Eve fest.
By Richard Wolf7 years ago in Filthy
