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Step Into Hell With Me
Damien slammed the door behind him and was about to ascend the stairs when his mate Alan interfered. “Yo man what’s going on? Who pissed in your coffee?” he asked half joking and half concerned. They had not been friends for long, however, they had bonded over their love for mind altering products.
By Sanshine K Malama5 years ago in Filthy
You
It's our first trip to Vegas as a couple. We've been together nearly six months and have been getting used to each other's bodies. We've decided to throw ourselves into the local vibe and experiment. Just walking through the toy store made our eyes glisten with the possibilities. You wanted to see me in red vinyl, I wanted you to give me a naughty doctor exam. As we browsed, you hugged me from behind and I felt your growing bulge. You didn't know, but my panties were wet. So many fantasies swirling in my head. There was a mystery bag at the checkout which we impulsively added to the order.
By samsara bryant5 years ago in Filthy
Sex chats changed to sex
Real author https://juicysexstories.com/indian-sex-stories/37yr-old-milf-at-work Hi, This is Prav, from Bangalore. I am 27 years of age currently working in an MNC in the IT field. I am good looking very fair guy with a height of around 6 ft, which makes me attractive.
By Lana Ridlon5 years ago in Filthy
PUSSY KISS
We just finished watching your favorite chick flick (again) and as usual your feeling frisky now. We start kissing and fooling around on the bed when you say to me ”baby I want you to kiss my pussy”. I look at you and smile because you know how much I love kissing your sweet wet pussy. You look back at me and say ”will you please?” I reply yes my little love bug I will. I tell you to lay down on the bed and I promise you will have a good time. You lay back and I move to the bottom of the bed. I lift one of your legs up and start to kiss your foot sucking each one of your toes, running my tongue around them slowly. I do the same to the other one and then slowly and gently start to slide my wet tongue up your calves. First one and then the other until I reach your knees. Then I move up and give you a deep passionate kiss as my hand slides down to your skirt and starts rubbing your pussy. I can feel the heat and moistness your putting out and I hear a soft moan escape your lips. I move back down to your knees and continue my journey upward kissing and licking your inner thighs. Gently nibbling as I get closer to your sweet wet pussy. I notice your wearing the new sexy lace pink panties I got for you. I slowly run my tongue up the leg band of them watching as a small wet spot starts to form in the crotch. Moving over I lightly kiss the crotch of your panties taking in the aroma of your sweet pussy. You look down at me and say. ”Baby please kiss it like you know I want you to. I move to your other leg and run my tongue along the leg band on that side also. You start to buck your hips wildly wanting me to move your panties aside and place my lips against your wetness. I run my tongue up over the crotch of your panties making sure I flick it across your hard clit. I kiss your clit through your panties and hear you gasp. Smiling I look up at your pleading eyes and again run my tongue up the crotch of your new panties, this time I take my fingers and start rubbing your clit. Watching as that little wet spot starts getting bigger. Your moans are getting louder and your bucking hips are moving faster. My tongue circling your sweet pussy hole and my fingers rubbing your clit faster and harder. You start to yell that your going to cum, and I lick faster. You say ”baby I’m going to squirt”. I tell you to let it go my little love bug. Rubbing your clit faster and harder I see the little wet spot starting to get bigger so I clamp my mouth to your pussy and suck hard. That does it for you and your pussy explodes squirting cum into your panties and my mouth. I continue to suck hard my fingers still working your clit and you scream again that your going to squirt again. Quickly I move your panties to the side and thrust my tongue deep inside your pussy and start to tongue fuck you as you squirt in my mouth again. You reach down and grab my hair pulling my face deeper into your crotch which makes my tongue go deeper into your hot wet pussy. Your thighs are trying to clamp together and the rest of your body is convulsing as you scream and cum one more time covering my face with your squirt. You fall back onto the bed and I can barely hear you as you say all that for one little pussy kiss. I crawl up next to you and you lay your head on my chest but not before I kiss you again letting you taste the remnants of your squirt in my mouth and on my lips. I look at you and say baby you don’t have to ask for a pussy kiss for that to happen it was totally my pleasure and for you I would do it any time any where.
By Flower Power5 years ago in Filthy
SINDAY ; ) Day 6 Short Erotic Stories
DAY 6 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 6 BUS part 2 My scream filled the air, my cum shot up like a volcano erupting, and my eyes are welding shut from all of this stimulation that feels fucking fantastic and borderline pain. Never have I ever cum so hard before. With the age of 45, she knew how to tease, and please a man VERY WELL.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires5 years ago in Filthy
Philantha, Part One
What do I care of him, the man writhing in rapture below my swirling hips? Nothing. The answer is nothing. It always is. I am Philantha, I’ve lived for hundreds of years, human beings are so boring, so petty. At least cats have the awareness of the continuity of their nine lives, humans are so ignorant. Only one is important to me.
By Alizabeth Edwards💕5 years ago in Filthy
Chicago Bob Lady
Chicago Bob Lady, she’s one of a kind. You’re scared to approach her because of her stern facial expression. She’s unbothered and looks angry to you but she seems to be having a great day. She’s finishing the smooth smoke of a cigarette. You follow her to her next destination. A feeling of creep but you must know her name. You need an excuse to start a conversation. You check your pockets to see if you have a light, she clearly is a smoker. The Chicago Bob Lady is what you’ll call her. She hits the the right corner street, as she walks into a bar. You’re right behind her, 1 foot at a time, already practicing being cool. Left foot , right foot, real slick, I like that. Open the door of the business. Once you walk in you notice something strange.... Well where the hell did she go? You just seen her so what happened? You look left, hey ! Look right, hey ! Bartender where is the Bob Lady ?! The bartender looks to her right. You do as well, and as you do, coming out the bathroom, you see.. Oh here she is. Walking towards you... In this moment nothing else matters. Notice every detail of her strut. Long legs on her, Chicago Bob Lady, a lady that brings sexual tension like electrical storms. She walks by an every man goes out their way to take a look. Even woman taking the time to take a pause at the beauty. Now the attention is on you as she is making her way to your path, what should you do, cat got ya tounge. She pops a cigarette in her mouth as she asks if you have a light. Nervous so nervous you hand her a light. As she says.... What the fuck am I supposed to do with this light bulb?
By KrisMarshall5 years ago in Filthy
The Ballad of Aberdeen
Life comes in splatters and backstroked patterns against the grain. It’s an unseen Jackson Pollock made using the kind of ink that makes canvas rise. You can only see it in cryptic cuneiforms, by running your hand against it’s blind surface and feeling purely it’s beauty rumble beneath your fingers. My thoughts are reserved in blackness, my actions independent from the latter. I’m cryptic now, so cryptic now. Speaking against the wind into the distance. The Distance, he is my friend. He is vacancy brighter illuminated by the fluorescent no to his side. I don’t belong in his company, for he is just pure Distance, an idea that holds my past. I digress. Through the window I reflect.
By Matt Martin-Hall5 years ago in Filthy
