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The new angel twelve
Angel went into his room, took off his clothes and took a good shower. He knew the girl would come, so he set an alarm for five thirty in the morning. He dried himself and left the towel rolled around his waist. He didn't have to wait long, a soft knock on his door woke him from his reverie, he got up and proceeded to open the door. There, on the other side, was she, completely flushed and fragile as a feather.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The Resort
When Charity’s husband, Steven, had come up from the beach, he was greeted by the sight of his wife riding another man’s cock on her beach chair. He grinned as he approached the chair, watching her giant tits bounce as she went up and down. Some men may not like fake breasts, but Steven loved his wife’s perky and large boobs. He especially loved watching them as she rode cock, whether it was his or another mans.
By Jo. Schmidtabout a year ago in Filthy
Great sex with my friend's niece. Content Warning.
A beautiful autumn sunset, with pink and pearly hues, enveloped us on the way back. We were returning from a wedding by car and I was the one driving. The niece of one of my best friends ever was in the passenger seat. And where was my friend? Well, lying in the back seat snoring like a gorilla. What a mess he had become, the guy… His younger brother had married his long-time girlfriend and, after the event, the couple had rented a cocktail bar to continue the party until the early hours of the morning. And that was where we were heading.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My old friend from Messenger
There may be people who no longer remember it, but before we had a wide range of instant messaging applications at our fingertips with which we could communicate with our friends, family or, quite simply, with strangers, there was no other way to do so than with a phone call or a physical presence. Everything was more complicated and rudimentary, whether for domestic matters, academic matters, in the workplace or in social relationships. You had to work harder in every area of life. There was no such feeling of immediacy that we have all become accustomed to today.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I want to dance all night long
I want to dance, all night long. After twenty years living in Madrid, I was fed up with the hustle and bustle of the big city, the always packed metro, the tourists, the cars and rushing everywhere. I lived in an interior flat, with one room and a kitchenette in a tenement near the Rastro, and every day I grew more bitter about the daily routine: going to work, eating at the office, going to the gym on my way back, preparing the next day's food and sitting around in front of the TV until I went to bed, bored to death. I had been dating a girl for a couple of years, but nothing serious, just to share some solitude on the weekends, the only days we had free.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Don't fall asleep, aunt, I'm in the mood
Some say we are attracted to people who share our tastes or character, but others think it is inevitable that our attention will be drawn to people who are radically different from us. What happened to me was a mixture of both: I found someone from a very different world than mine with whom I had too much in common to pass up.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My son wants to see me with his friend. Content Warning.
I am a fifty-five year old woman with curly blonde hair. I am quite small and have generous breasts, size 110, cup D. At my age I am still attractive to men. I like to dress elegantly and with a touch of sensuality. I have been married for 28 years.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Cisca and the Barrientos (I). Content Warning.
I had a full day and three years after my transfer and I found myself more or less happy with my life. Since he was sent, he has lived in this little house that his parents had left in the poorest part of the town. The house could not be more modest, it only has a floor and a living space, so that the door opens onto the street, as well as the patio and it is all over the house. A table and chairs in the centre, a television on the right. A fireplace at the back, the kitchen with beams at the edge, a sofa to sit on a little further back. He sleeps in a loft built in the entrance, which is accessed by a wooden staircase near the side of the wall. The bathroom is located at the exit, there is a small shed.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
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By creatorsklubabout a year ago in Filthy
Debauchery
I’d gotten used to working late at the firm, although I will never get used to the copious amounts of coffee I need to function the following morning. I glance over to the clock on the other side of the room, 11.43pm it reads. Everyone else had left at 6.30pm at the latest, which left me, my thoughts and a tonne of cases looking lonely in the corner of my office. An almost 20 year old paralegal has her own office whilst most people who have been there longer don’t? Yes, you did hear that right, my office. I have spent the past year and a half working my way up through the firm to be able to have my own space to work on cases that require extra attention to detail. The hustle and bustle that surrounded me in the shared cubicles had never been something I’d liked. So I worked my way up. Taking on pro bono cases, doing coffee runs unprompted for the senior lawyers which seemed to please them and assisting them with some of their caseload too at times. I was what people called a suck up, a leech even, but I knew that. I knew if I wanted to get into the game, I had to play the game. Playing the game also meant working alongside my boss which I never minded doing. My associates minded though.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
Intimacy
Intimacy as a noun is defined as close familiarity or friendship or to have sexual intercourse/relations. It’s more than the sex for me. It’s the soft touches, the way they make me feel when that surge of electricity simmers beneath my skin. The delicateness I feel when I’m in a submissive state knowing this is my purpose, to please and to serve. The sound of moans echoing through the room. When I curl my toes then plant them firmly into the mattress under me, a way to ground myself when I start to sink. The quickening of my breath when I’m about to come undone, and when I do, the earth shattering high and euphoric pleasure that follows. To me that is everything and more that word stands for.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
