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A Moonlit Rendezvous
Luna looked around. She liked being out here after dark. It made her feel mysterious and powerful. She was dressed in her best goth outfit. A long, black lace skirt and fishnet thigh highs, her black platform patent leather boots, and a latex corset that made her ample chest pop out so far that her breasts were almost at her chin. Her makeup was thick and dark, with little hearts on her cheekbones and perfectly winged eyeliner. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by two hair sticks, crossed at the top. Her perfume was exotic, with notes of myrrh and sandalwood. She wore a blood drop choker and matching earrings, with black rubber bracelets on both wrists. She had decided to go without panties. It would be easier that way.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Bobby Beds Belinda
Bobby had known Belinda since grade school. They met at recess. She was swinging on the big swing in her pretty pink dress. She was singing “Every Rose has It’s Thorn” at the top of her lungs and swinging her legs. Her brown hair was flowing, and it captured his 9-year-old heart.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
She Just Can't Help Herself
She couldn’t stop thinking about it. All day every day. She wanted them all in her mouth. Until now all she had done was think. Her parents were strict and watched her like a hawk all through high school and college. She wasn’t allowed to date or be alone with boys ever. They treated her like a child sometimes. She still loved to dress in the fluffy pink outfits though. Mary Beth was hyper-feminine and proud of it. Always in make up, always dressed to the nines. Always just so cute.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Layla Lays Down the Law
His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue9 months ago in Filthy
