relationships
Love, sex, single, committed.
First Love
It started out innocently. It wasn’t my intention to go all the way. But when you’re young, and someone says they care about you, that they love you, you fall for them. Especially when you’ve never done anything like that. I had never been in a relationship before, I had never had a boyfriend, and I had never been kissed. Twenty-one years old, and I haven’t ever had sex.
By Melissa Lenox5 years ago in Filthy
The Secrets to Unlocking a Woman’s Lasting Passion
“Be the flame, not the moth.” ― Giacomo Casanova Romantic passion is the powerful force responsible for the feeling of deep longing to be near your lover. The exquisite motivational pull that manifests as strong attraction, desire and infatuation, often sweeping you off your feet to affect you in love-crazy ways. A day in the life of romantic passion is one of life’s sweetest pleasures. Tell me, who could actually resist hours of kanoodling with their lover, delving into deep intimacy through hot kisses, intense sex, devoted bonding and dual-energetic creativity?
By Kim Petersen5 years ago in Filthy
My Mother’s Diary
I was born in Kingston, Jamaica at Jubilee hospital in the early 80’s. My father was fresh into the police force. He was a tall Indian man with a body of a god. My mother was fresh out of high school. She had African texture hair and body designed to drive a man insane from behind.
By Nathina Blake5 years ago in Filthy
Sex Files: Part 17, Crossing the line
This is a quick little story about the last of my 3 ways. Also the most disappointing to a certain extent. It was while I was with Aimee, shortly before we broke up for the last time. She had been talking to another one of her girl friends, Kennedy (Kenn for short). Kennedy wanted to have a go with Aimee, Aimee wanted to do this but, I wasn't really cool with giving up my bed so that she could bang out some chick and keep me excluded from the deal. It started with the 3 of us just hanging out for the day. Kennedy had gotten a ride to the trailer park we lived in, telling her mom she was going to a friends house. Naturally, her mom trusted her and drove her out to the park without question. While I was still under the impression that it was just going to be Aimee and Kenn fuckin around without me, I guess I was kind of sour for a good part of the day. We smoked a little weed, chilled out with some music and, walked around the park a lot. When it started getting later in the night, Aimee was getting restless and things were getting kind of heated in a sense. While I was out in the living room smoking a bowl, Aimee and Kenn were in the bedroom doing whatever and, it was like clockwork. As soon as I set down the bowl, clearing it out and sitting back on the couch, I hear Aimee call out to me and Kenn laughing her ass off. I was being summoned into the bedroom where, upon walking in, Aimee had this devilish grin going hard on her face, and Kennedy had one to match. In a blink of an eye, I was gripped up and ripped onto the bed. Laid up on the pillows and stripped of my shirt, while Aimee and Kenn made out I had the privilege of hanging back and watching it all go down. Soon enough, both Aimee and Kenn were taking turns grabbing hold of and licking up and down the shaft of my cock. While the 2 girls took turns laughing as they dropped my dick to the back of their throats, all I had to do was sit there and enjoy the ride. When it came time to actually having sex though, I guess I just wasn't all that into the idea of banging out Kenn instead of my girlfriend. This is what she wanted though and I was just trying to enjoy the night. So, things got real interesting real quick when Aimee opted out of fucking me and only wanted to fuck with Kenn. Kenn wanted me but honestly from the get, I wasn't even really that interested in being involved. It was short and quick I won't lie about it, I was kind of ashamed of myself afterword but, at least I got a nut off I guess. Aimee was laid up with me but that soon changed as I felt her silky smooth hair drag down my chest and Kenns hand slip up my inner thigh and cradle my balls. It was fairly quick how Kenn was then slung up onto the bed and I was pushed onto my side and told I had to get up and "go to work".
By Zachery Lee5 years ago in Filthy
The Good Fight
The Good Fight Trish had been pissed at him since lunchtime when Michael had texted her. And the stressful week she’d had at work didn’t help things much. At this point she wasn’t even sure who was wrong or who’s fault it was. In truth they were probably both equally at fault, and both far too stubborn to apologize yet. The one thing she knew was that she still wanted to be mad. Work had been pissing her off all week, and she’d been stressed out since Monday morning. True, it was Friday night now and she should be relaxing and cooling off, but she hadn’t had the chance yet. She needed to cool off in her own time, and that wasn’t tonight.
By M. A. Specter5 years ago in Filthy
