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Dinner, Chapter 9
Lyra’s autoride dropped her in front of the main house, and she walked briskly towards the garden house, her heart pounding in her chest. She had left work early, unable to focus after the disastrous interaction with Mike. All she wanted was to talk to Emma, to confide in her and seek her advice. She had wanted to call or message her friend, but didn’t know where to begin. She had checked Emma's coordinates on her Swipe and saw she was still at home, but now she was at the garden house.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 8
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Heavy Hearts (p2). Content Warning.
catch up: p1 Kyla stretched as she woke up to a ticklish sensation along her neck. Seeing a flash of messy dark hair, she deduced it was Owen's lips. His stubble prickled along her skin, reminding her how titillating it felt in other places. His hands were greedy in their tentative exploration of her body.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Filthy
The Time I Got Extra Credit for Screwing a MILF Teacher. Content Warning.
“Umm, excuse me, the bathroom door was closed for a reason!” Ms. Irate glares daggers at me in the bathroom mirror. Normally, I wouldn’t be sharing a hotel room with a teacher; however, due to the school’s attempts to save money, she and I are in this situation.
By Ted's Tales2 years ago in Filthy
My Busty MILF G/F and I in a Hot Tub. Content Warning.
The crisp mountain air surrounded us as we sat in the hot tub, the jets pulsing against our bodies. My girlfriend, Ms. Dubarry, was a stunning 38 year old with long flowing hair and a perfectly curved figure. I, on the other hand, was only 18 years old and felt lucky to be in her presence.
By Ted's Tales2 years ago in Filthy
Ice . Content Warning.
It was a hot summer, the kind of heat that makes you sweat even in an air-conditioned room. Dee and I had been walking around barely wearing anything for days, and this was one of those days when we didn't even try to fight keeping our hands off each other.
By Mary Magenta2 years ago in Filthy
MILF Asked Me To Make A Sex Tape with Her.... Content Warning.
I saw her again, jogging on the trail near my parents’ house. She was in her tight athleisure outfit, jogging. She was a curvy, middle-aged blond housewife with a nice round ass, modest breasts, and a fairly flat stomach.
By Ted's Tales2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 7
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
What Were the Benefits of Camping with My MILF Girlfriend and Her Horny Friends?. Content Warning.
"Christina, that was terrible of you to tease your boyfriend like that, back at the campsite," Julie teased, smirking. "You got him worked up sexually, then just left him, without getting him off."
By Ted's Tales2 years ago in Filthy
Making Love to My Black MILF Girlfriend. Content Warning.
Illustrated, naughty stories we can't show here are available at Smutty Tales With our clothes strewn all over the carpet, I crawled closer, wrapping my arms around her to keep her close to me underneath the covers. My lips hit her cheek, her giggles filling the room, belying the fact she’s almost twice my age.
By Ted's Tales2 years ago in Filthy
