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Christmas with the family. My sister-in-law. [Part 1]
It was on December 23rd when my life changed completely. With a lot of effort, I opened a small workshop years ago where I work doing mechanical repairs. Although I can rarely afford to close, I had decided to take a well-deserved week of vacation to enjoy and relax with my partner, Camila, and her family. We were getting ready to have dinner on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas together.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Daughter's fluids
No one can say without lying that they are doing well with their age. Growing older is the greatest pain, because we begin to yearn more strongly for what we left behind, knowing that with each passing day we are moving further away from it all. Old experiences and feelings that will never return.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The cousins already have tits
Rivalries between people from different social classes have always existed, but the problem arises when these wars occur within the same family. Envy and resentment destroy values that were once shared. When this happens, there is only one way to return to the path of peace and love, only one way to end hatred, but no one is willing to accept it.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I show the little bird to my niece
When a person doesn't follow the same trend as the rest of society, we tend to think it's because of their personality, that they're lonely, or even selfish. In some cases that may be true, but in others they simply haven't been able to give us anything interesting to follow.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
On all fours in a hotel
Even the most solid romantic relationship in the world does not guarantee fidelity. Love can be very powerful, some people say that it is what moves everything, but when desire comes into play, judgment becomes clouded and we can end up doing unimaginable things. This can happen even to the most secure person in their feelings.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My son wants to see me with his friend. Content Warning.
I am a fifty-five year old woman with curly blonde hair. I am quite small and have generous breasts, size 110, cup D. At my age I am still attractive to men. I like to dress elegantly and with a touch of sensuality. I have been married for 28 years.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Cisca and the Barrientos (I). Content Warning.
I had a full day and three years after my transfer and I found myself more or less happy with my life. Since he was sent, he has lived in this little house that his parents had left in the poorest part of the town. The house could not be more modest, it only has a floor and a living space, so that the door opens onto the street, as well as the patio and it is all over the house. A table and chairs in the centre, a television on the right. A fireplace at the back, the kitchen with beams at the edge, a sofa to sit on a little further back. He sleeps in a loft built in the entrance, which is accessed by a wooden staircase near the side of the wall. The bathroom is located at the exit, there is a small shed.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Romantic Helicopter Date Dreams:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Romantic Helicopter Date Dreams: Sky High Connection Experience This article explores the allure and unique intimacy of a romantic helicopter date, delving into why some might find it exhilarating while others might be hesitant for a first date. It highlights reasons someone may turn down such a grand gesture, citing possible fears of heights, motion sickness, or a preference for grounded interactions early on.
By Denelsia Walkerabout a year ago in Filthy
From Courtrooms to Fetish Parties: Vadim Shteinberg’s UTOPIA
Vadim Shteinberg, the mastermind behind the innovative event series UTOPIA, was born in Ukraine in 1974. As he approaches his 50th birthday on August 5th this year, Vadim reflects on a life rich with diverse experiences. From the age of 16 to 34, he lived in Israel, where he cultivated a passion for club culture and the world of free love. His journey into the realm of fetish events began with his first experience at TORTURE GARDEN in London in 2000.
By Dena Falken Esqabout a year ago in Filthy
A Story of Domestic Bondage and Submission. Content Warning.
One evening, unbeknownst to me, my wife invited one of her work colleagues over for dinner. On this particular day, before leaving for work in the morning, my wife decided that she would shackle my legs together with an eight-inch chain, as well as handcuff my hands in front of me. This was not unusual behavior as she would randomly place me in bondage, knowing that the restraints made my daily chores somewhat more difficult (but not impossible).
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Nineteen
CONTINUED FROM PART EIGHTEEN... “Allegedly. Isn’t that always the excuse these days? Some degenerate rapper gets busted with drugs and guns and it’s ‘allegedly he was spotted.’ Some whacked-out celebrity gets busted on a DUI and the cops find a prostitute in the car, and it’s ‘allegedly he was spotted.’ Alleged this, alleged that…and it’s always these Blacks. They get the big million-dollar contracts and the groupies and the hotshot lawyers and it’s a get-out-of-jail-free card. And you wanna know the worst part about it? Most of the time, these ‘alleged’ incidents are caught on camera! Even still, you can’t say they did it because that’s considered defamation of character, and these bozos can sue! I can’t believe it! That’s where this country’s headed, to Hell in a hand-basket! I swear if I had a dollar every time something crystal clear was swept under the title ‘allegedly’ I’d be a millionaire by now. And this Obama prick-“
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Eighteen
CONTINUED FROM PART SEVENTEEN... Several days, several hours, several glasses of wine, and several intimate and nostalgic musings later, Happy found himself wandering the streets of the Quarter. Figuring it would be a nice way to enjoy a day after work, he stopped into a local bar for a drink and also to clear a few things up. Truly becoming a local, it no longer felt weird going out for drinks in the middle of the day. The bar in question that Starscream directed him to was further into the Quarter, toward the lower end of Bourbon. Not surprisingly, the name of the establishment was Oz. With Blake out of the hospital after that horrible debacle, some things needed to be cleared up. Not too much of a crowd, just a few stragglers and some tourists, all of whom made the obvious effort to check him out. At this point, he could’ve cared less. A beer by any other name was just as much a bad choice during the middle of the day.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
