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Salty Cream on My Tongue
Gay boys know exactly what I am talking about. The exquisite warm flesh in my mouth, the cock-head almost touching my epiglottis, making me gag. Sucking hard as I can, taking lovely soft, full flesh inside me, flesh pounding like the piston of a Porsche. My head bobbing fast as possible, eager, hungry, obsessed, more than ready to receive his thick, salty gushes of cream. Generous, rushes, spurts from deep in his big balls. I cup his balls in my hand, squeezing, teasing, caressing, as I gulp the full load. Then I let cream drip slowly from my lips, cream flowing from my mouth, glazing, frosting his aching, tingling cock-head.
By Gina Swan5 years ago in Filthy
Gold Dust Woman
Thank you all and here is another story about a girl who became a whore in Abilene, Kansas. Her name is Holly and she was one of those gals who'd have kept her youthful looks into old age had she made it to old age. It made her very desirable to a certain type of men--men who like to have their way with little girls.
By Lori Beasley Bradley5 years ago in Filthy
Violet Decedents
Violets skirts were clutched at the bends of her hips and billowed out around her plump behind. Her breasts had been liberated from the confines of her tightly drawn bodice. They struggled over the ridgid fabric, grateful for the freedom.
By Geneva Wolfe6 years ago in Filthy
Drugs, Sex & All of the Above -
Most people I know have dabbled in illicit substances. Smoked the happy weed, sniffed the nose candy, and ingested the love pills, whatever the term kids are using these days. It’s funny how the terms change but the practices remain with each new generation thinking they invented a new kind of rebellion. It’s like the word bonk or the even more offensive boink. My parents bonked, their parents shagged, my generation is somehow more puritan and over-sexed than our predecessors. We ‘get intimate’ and ‘hook-up’. It seems like a deceptively polite way to describe letting a stranger plow you from behind in an alleyway behind a club, but language is strange like that.
By Brendon6 years ago in Filthy
Raging Metal, Pissing Savior
Saori's pleated mini-skirt umbrellaed open, revealing the smooth skin of her naturally hairless pussy. There was a quick twitch of flesh as her muscles contracted followed by a light-yellow stream that hit the robot square in its visual receptors.
By Made in DNA6 years ago in Filthy
Thrall
Slowly, into the cool, icy night she walked. The lack of moonlight making the night particularly dark, but the gas lamps filling the cobbled streets with a dim glow in patches. Her heeled red shoes clicked on the paving slabs as she walked, in a somewhat hurried pace. Her dark shawl clenched tightly around her shoulders, and flowed over her breasts and down her back, flickering gently with the breeze. The all too short dress totally inappropriate for how cold it was in the dead of this night, clung to her slender figure, and where it did not cover, she was awash with shivers and goose-pimples. Her pale skin was pricked, and tender, but still she hurried on, not a doubt in her mind. Tonight, was the night. She was on cloud nine, ready to meet her love at the pre-arranged location. All too soon she turned a corner, and headed between two solid stone buildings, into a dark alleyway, with only the stars high above to illuminate it.
By Archy6 years ago in Filthy
The Aliens from HerAnus
He grunted like some wild beast, pushing himself as far into Rena's ass as possible, pressing her into the bed as if she might physically pass through it if he did so hard enough. The sweat from his effort showered her back like a toxic rain.
By Made in DNA6 years ago in Filthy
Jurassic Jiu-Jitsu Love Samba
The apatosaurs were massive, majestic creatures. Even at a genetically-enhanced height of 15 feet, Danyell was still only about half their height. The towering beasts lumbered through the leafy green of the jungle, each footstep an unrushed thunderfall. Beneath their feet, the jungle floor shook, and the smaller animals scattered and screeched at the annoyance of the sauropod parade. The calls of the widespread pack she was shadowing echoed back and forth through the lush valley; great beacons calling out in baleful groans and hoots. As if in reply, all around them, the jungle was a burst of animated energy.
By Made in DNA6 years ago in Filthy
And Then I Came on Her Foot
I was dodging the traffic when I nearly bumped into her, or perhaps she just skilfully scooped me up from the throng of visitors preoccupied with avoiding being run over by one of the thousands of motorbikes, scooters, buses, taxis, and cars that are omnipresent on Ho Chi Minh City’s filthy streets.
By Johnny Seven6 years ago in Filthy
My Time at a Swingers Club
So for this blog, I can't tell you what the club is called, all I can say is it's one in my home state of Georgia. The reason that I can't tell you the name is because I don't know how this blog is going to go and I don't know how the club owner would feel about me talking about his club on a non-kink or swinger site.
By Lena Bailey6 years ago in Filthy
The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 3)
Anna woke up on the floor, exhausted, and satisfied. She looked over to the corner and saw her creation. She stood up slowly, her legs still weak, and slowly shuffled over to the door. It opened up without resistance. She was glad that, as far as a test run went, it was short and effective. That she did not bite off anymore than she could chew. Based on what she felt it had to be a gradual increase in activity, if not she was not sure if she would be able to handle it. She was determined not to ruin the experiences she could have with the mass of tentacles.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy
The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 2)
Anna stood still as the tentacles reacted to her command, and slithered across the floor towards her. When they reached her, they moved up along her legs exploring her body. The sensation that coursed through her was one she had not felt yet. There was a firmness to the tentacles, and yet simultaneously, there was a soft texture to it. With each second that passed, there was another tentacle that touched her as she was slowly enveloped, almost like the tentacles were forming a cocoon. It paid particular interest in her breasts, ass, and pussy, as it ran the tip of one of its tentacles along her lips. She was getting more and more aroused by the second.
By Come Again6 years ago in Filthy