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Lesbians Fucking The Female Table
Lesbians Fucking the Female Table ~ A human table, I thought. This is crazy … and hot. The woman had golden tan flesh and exotic curves that betrayed her obvious Latin ethnicity. Her hips were wide. Her tits appeared to be full C cups with erect nipples set high and surrounded by wide, brown areolas. She had a neatly groomed pussy with a thin landing strip of hair just above the thin gash.
By Jezebel Rose5 years ago in Filthy
Just the Facts Ma'am
Nancy paced the floor of the meeting room as she waited for Adam. The impeachment was not going as planned! They had to stop the president one way or another! He could never be allowed to interfere with the way things have always gone... But yet he was!!!
By Evelyn Turner5 years ago in Filthy
The Woman From Trevi Fountain
The first time I saw her, her eyes had been dancing upon the Trevi Fountain in Rome, wide with wonder, gleaming with mischief as she dipped her bare hand inside the cool water. Despite the heavy presence of authority guarding the fountain, she still managed to get passed them, and simply shared a smile with the officers the moment they caught her disobeying the law. She held no fear in her demeanor then as her hand slipped out of the water and her feet hit the ground in a carefree sprint away from the officers.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Filthy
Desiree's Tears
The last time I saw her was the best moment of my life. I had the most mundane daily routine. There was no real life in my existence. I got up, went to work, ate the same things at the same times in the same misery everyday. Since I lost everyone I loved to the pandemic a few years ago, Lethargy, Irritability and Bitterness had been my only companions. “They” say all of the things showing up on the outside are evidence of what's going on inside of you. Well, I was a living testament. My heart was broken, and it had come to fruition in every arena of my life. Passion was absent. Growth was nonexistent. Survival was my only stimulus. And I was resigned to die in that state. One fateful day I collapsed and was rushed to the ER. The doctor told me there was nothing he could do for my condition. Close monitoring was the only service available to me because there was nothing actually wrong medically. It was like my heart was just giving up. I was almost relieved. Sure, there was the fear of the unknown, but that wouldn't last long. I surmised that I was about to learn the answer to the biggest mystery since the beginning of human existence... What happens when you die? Then a presence entered the room. My breathe was stolen. I heard the alarms of the machines that were plugged into me, but none of that mattered. I had seen my awakening! God should have known better than to make anything so breathtaking. Medical professionals were milling all around me, checking my vitals, and my anger brought me back to reality. I couldn't understand how these people could be in the presence of such an essence and remain the same. She was African Venus energy personified. Piercing eyes. Glowing chocolate complexion. Intoxicating smile. The warmth of empathy emanated from her as if she was animated by the purest love. The doctor had been asking me questions, but the words were late registering. "Sir, are you feeling okay? What are your physical symptoms?" Blah, blah, blah. Completely ignoring him since he had already told me he couldn't help me, my response was to her. "What is your name?" With another one of those brilliant smiles, “Desiree.". Amazing. That one word seemed to take all of the pain and confusion of the past leaving a yearning I hadn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. I honestly tried to control the urgency I felt, but the words definitely came out with some sting. "Can everyone please leave the room now, and let me talk to Desiree?" Knowing glances and embarrassed smiles all filed out of the room without hesitation. After sharing the most inappropriate and intimate conversation between nurse and patient, I didn't care about my heart anymore. Nothing mattered aside from getting to know the beautiful creature that stood before me. The exchange of our numbers led to the intertwining of our beings. Our connection was Divine. I never wanted to be physically away from her, even though her essence was ever present. If we weren’t together, we were on the phone. If she was working, so was I. If she was eating, I had prepared it for her. There were no tasks too difficult, no obstacles I wouldn’t conquer, no depths I wouldn’t descend to give her the slightest of delights. When we showed up together a week later for my follow up exam, the doctor only smiled. I could see in his eyes that something was wrong, and, if this guy decided to give my Lady some bullshit about employee/patient fraternization, I was going to toss him through that window behind him. We would just go on the run, Bonnie and Clyde style. He painfully started, “I have consulted many specialists, and as far as we can see, you have a condition that has never been documented. The good news is that you could live longer than all of us because your blood panels are remarkable, but the one thing of which we are certain is that any extreme exertion could stop your heart. Anything from a violent sneeze to a car accident. We just don’t know what type of stimulant will cause complications, but I recommend absolutely no strenuous activity. The only exercising you should be doing is walking. Unfortunately, this includes no type of ejaculation, aside from maybe an occasional nocturnal emission. Sex is one of the best exercises for a healthy heart, but you no longer qualify for that label.” I felt the world crumble! How could the perfect relationship not culminate with an experience of blissful unity? Sex was not everything, but it was important to both of us. We had been discussing our futures and were ready to make that next step in our union. When I looked into her eyes, I expected to see disappointment, regret and hurt, but all I saw was love, acceptance and understanding. Over the next few months, we became truly inseparable. She allowed me the pleasure of pleasuring her regularly, and, surprisingly, that was more than enough to keep me happy. As long as she was satisfied, I was in ecstasy. She always had the glow of a woman completely satisfied by her man, and my pride in that fact was enormous. With my milestone birthday right around the corner, we made the decision that it was going to be special. My request was that she gift me the honor of surprising her with whatever I chose for the day. Since me being surprised was ill-advised, she promised no input whatsoever on anything that happened. The day was totally mine to do with as I pleased, and Desiree was just along for the ride. Thankfully, it fell on the weekend, so I didn’t have to schedule around our work. When the day arrived, I could see and sense the giddiness in my Love. We started the day with breakfast in bed, feeding each other passion fruit and sipping champagne. After showering together, we spent hours at a spa getting the full Treatment for couples. As the only man present in the establishment, I was ridiculed repeatedly, especially after deciding the facial cream tasted delicious and expressing it aloud. Plus, I had never had a manicure or pedicure and both showed. Whatever. After tailored formal attire for us both, ice cream and a private viewing of Love Jones at the local theater, we had the finest dining experience. Everything was perfectly paired and timed. All flavors and sensations complimented each other from the wine and courses to the music and milieu. Perfectly balanced ambience was continued with our chariot arriving. Climbing into the back of the limousine, we were greeted by a waft of sandalwood and surrounded by the voice of Goapele. My day, my favorites, but she loved my taste. Good music and comfortable accommodations. Good company and great conversation. Foot massages and laughter. My moment of clarity and overwhelming adoration. My reality and my fairy tale. I had traded in my former companions for Love and Peace. When we arrived at our destination, her awareness of the location was evident. The friends of the one tear that escaped those brown eyes surely blurred the vision of my family heirloom. I was raised on the Lovehall Cabin Estate and born in the stream that flowed through the property. But this property had taken everyone that I loved. My twin stillborn beside me. My grandparents lynched and hung from their own trees when I was a child. My father murdered in a burglary while my mother and I were grocery shopping. My wife and mother suffocated in these bedrooms during quarantine by the coronavirus. I vowed never to step foot on this burial ground again, but I knew she was more than curious about the place that shaped the man she loved. The tension and heaviness was shattered by the ominous scream of the barn owl above us. Both startled, we laughed at each other and remembered this night was for celebration and long from over. Giving her a brief tour of the place granted me the reward of a long, lingering, loving embrace. It all started with sweetest nuzzle and briefest brush of our lips. With the temperature and hunger rising, our clothes seemed to melt away. There is no feeling this side of heaven better than her skin against mine. Instructing her to lie down on her stomach, I proceeded to rub her body down with a new oil that was supposed to sensitize the skin to every breath and caress. The intensity of her moans seemed to pull the flames from the fireplace into our combined auras. Rolling her over and looking into her eyes in the glow of the candlelight, I saw it all. Heat. Desperation. Longing. Readiness. Painfully, I took my time and oiled down the front of her body with the same control and determination I had just shown to her backside. Somewhere in the midst of a rub, press or squeeze, she exploded. Damn, I need a lifetime supply of this oil. I couldn’t take it anymore. As our mouths met and tongues danced, her fingernails seemed to be drawing blood. I snatched her on top of me and allowed the natural grinding of her hips to continuously brush against me. Feeling my hard warmth against her calmed her immediately. Even enraptured in such passion, she was still concerned with my health. How could I not love this woman? Feeling that the moment was almost lost, I pulled her up and positioned her treasure on my mouth. I licked and suckled at her sensitivity until she was boneless, and then I went for it. I pulled her back down the length of my body and slowly slid into her for the first time. The sound that escaped her lips was beyond a moan or groan, and she instantly climaxed again. Feeling her gripping me with those pulsing contractions sent me over the edge. After abstaining for so long, I refused to be robbed of that experience. Immediately, I felt her body tense, and not in a good way. When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me with eyes full of loving panic, shaded by the pleasure she had just received. In the most soothing baritone I could muster, I reassured her, “I’m not dead, yet. If it’s my time, I’m okay with that, but you promised no input on what we did today, and this is what I want. I’ve wanted it from the first time I saw you! Can I have it?” Another tear. With her fear slowly subsiding and my strength still standing, her only reply was motion. I did my to best remove all of her apprehension and show her all the love and appreciation I had built up over the last few months. Nothing was off limits, and we made it through the entire session without even a hint of complication. Basking in the afterglow, euphoria settling on us, I broke the silent Contentment. “Thank you for giving me the best night of my life. I know it was completely selfish of me to put you in that position, but I want you to know that even if I would have died, there would be no greater death than dying to give you the look of love and gratification in your eyes right now.” The smile that statement elicited warmed my heart to the point of pure bliss. That smile seemed like the purpose of my life, the goal of my existence. And I fell asleep peacefully, never to awaken again. I am certain there were many more tears.
By Lekan Sepo5 years ago in Filthy
Beauty and the Beast
I found myself on a carriage ride under very strange circumstances. My father had done something to anger Prince Adam, whom I had never heard of, enough to want to kill him. Since I was not yet married, my father bartered me to save his own skin. Of course I was not consulted, only given a choice. Not that it was much of a choice. It was either live on the street or in a castle with a prince. My choice seemed quite clear. As long as he wasn’t mean and ugly, how bad could it be?
By D.Von Parker5 years ago in Filthy
The Seduction of Oz
My day was not going well. I accidentally killed some woman I had never met and stole her shoes. Well, in all fairness she didn’t need them anymore and they were too cute to just leave there. I was caught red handed but to my surprise this led to a town wide party. I thought I was in the clear, things were looking up. Then her sister or something showed up and threatened me and my poor little dog too. It was an accident. Everyone else seemed happy, not sure what her problem was. It was a real roller coaster ride in this bizarre place and I just wanted to go home. The strange circumstances of my arrival meant that getting home would not be that easy. I was told to follow a yellow brick road that would lead me to a place called the Emerald City. Once there, some dude everyone called ‘The Wizard’ would be the only one who could help me. Considering the threat to my life, I thought maybe someone might escort me there. But apparently that was too tall of an order.
By D.Von Parker5 years ago in Filthy
Life Uninterrupted
For those that do not know, November is National Novel Writing Month. Annually, dedicated writers gather at the NaNoWriMo website (www.nanowrimo.org) to share their creativity with the goal of writing at least 50,000+ words for 30 days straight. Personally, writing is a birthday gift to myself (my birthday is November 2nd) so if nothing else, once my goal is accomplished, I will end up giving myself a new book! Writing over 100,000 words since joining NaNoWriMo in 2007, despite procrastination and lack of motivation to write at times, I have steadfastly attempted to create a new book. A decade after publishing my first book, "Livin' Just Enough" though AuthorHouse, I wrote my first winning NaNo story in 2012 with "Wifey" (which is now "Part 3" of "SistaGirlz Book 7 JaShel's Trilogy" available on Leanpub.com). This year, putting fingertips to keyboard, I decided to reflect on the memories created during my first 48 years on this planet with a fictional version of my life.
By Author Lea Mishell5 years ago in Filthy
Happily Ever After:Twisted Versions of Your Favorite Fairy Tales by Elizabeth Black
This is the book spotlight for the erotica, LGBT Romance Series, Happily Ever After: Twisted Versions of Your Favorite Fairy Tales by Elizabeth Black
By Spirit Guide Communication through the Art of Divination5 years ago in Filthy
