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Sierra's Secret
Dr. Ramon Santiago screamed in ecstasy with the final thrust of his pelvis. Moments later, he removed his limp penis from her vagina and pulled up his boxers. Shame spiraled through him at the thought of what had just happened. What he had done with Sierra Johnson was… shameful. No, it was worse than disgraceful; it was illegal.
By Candyce Sunshyne5 years ago in Filthy
EROTIC STORIES FOR WOMEN
It was finally here; my senior year of High School and I was so ready to be done and move on. I was so tired of the bullies and all the bullshit that made it more like a prison than a learning environment. It was time for my last and favorite class of the day. My favorite class because you are my English teacher. I fantasized about making passionate love to you. We were all in our desks and waiting for you as you came walking into the classroom. Your beautiful long hair bouncing and flowing as you walk. You look like you had been on an erotic sex date and then came to class. One of the boy’s whistles as you walk to your desk and you say,” That will be enough of that”. You take attendance and start looking at papers on your desk and your face changes as you pick up a piece of paper and hold it up for all to see and say, “Who wrote this”? The paper said,” I want to fuck you”. One of the bullies in the back of the class blurts out,” John wrote it. You look at me and say, “Stand up John”. I am in horror as I stand up and the rest of the class is looking at me. You look at me with your penetrating erotic blue eyes and say,” John did you write this”? Something rose up in me as I wanted to put the bullies in their place and I said, “Miss Petterson although I think you are the most beautiful women in the world and fantasize about taking you to prom I must confess that I did not do it. Your eyes are studying me, and you say, “thank you John you can sit down”. You walk to the back of the class to the bully that that spoke up and say, “tear the top piece of paper off your pad and hand it to me”. Jerry complied not knowing what you are up to. You take the two pieces of paper over to the window and hold them up to the sunlight so you can see the dents in the paper of prior writing and doodling. You say, “would anyone like to come and see what I see”. A group of girls rush up and look at how the sunlight shows what was written on the prior piece of paper and one of them blurts out, “Jerry you are so busted”. You look at Jerry and say,” Jerry this is sexual harassment and profoundly serious you may not graduate. Go to the principal’s office and wait for me”. Jerry was noticeably trembling and as much as I hated him, I felt just a little sorry for him in the moment. Jerry gathers his bookbag and walks out of the room. The bell rings and everyone gets up and starts for the door. I hear you say,” John can you stay for a few minutes”. You wait until all the other students are gone and lock the door. You take me by the hand and lead me to an area of privacy that can not be seen by the window in the door. At twenty-eight years old you look like you just graduated from high school yet the way you communicated was much more mature. You look into my eyes and say John I accept to go to the prom with you on one condition. Being overwhelmed I say, “What would that be”? You must have permission of your parents. I look at you and say, “What about the school board and your job”? It is OK John this has been done before and the fact that you openly asked me in front of the class changes things. I put my arms around you and pull you close and kiss you. Suddenly my dream was becoming reality. You say,” OK you need to go because I have to deal with Jerry so we will talk tomorrow”.
By John Harrington5 years ago in Filthy
God save the Queen
I Taking dope and pills has made Scarlett’s skin rubbery. Like plasticine. Rid of any minerals, not to mention the lack of any signs of life as such. Deflated, grey, dirty, sticky, even corrugated, torn off her alive, and messily put back on the rotten flesh and bones. She was afraid to touch herself. And even if she accidentally did touch, she was afraid to look. On her skin, lacking flexibility, there had been dents left that didn’t want to go away. She was just a shape. An empty shell. A shed reptilian skin. A metaphorical as well as a literal abdomen.
By Jakub Kurzynski5 years ago in Filthy
Sugar vs pro dom, findom, cam girls and sex work
This is an article I needed to write for a while. People just don't know or understand the difference. A lot of people haven't done their research on what these things really are. Some people have done their research but still don't see the difference. Lines can get blurred very easily in these worlds. Let's dive in.
By Lena Bailey5 years ago in Filthy
On the Record as an Unquenchable Perv
If she let me, I would rub my erection all over this young woman. Yes. I would gush thick splooge, here, there, everywhere. She even has a gaping wide anus, which begs for attention. How else is a heterosexual man, supposed to respond to young, wholesome, friendly naked beauty? Are we supposed to ignore our aching erections, and pretend we don't really want to do what we really, really want to do?
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
In Which I Give The World's Worst Blowjob
I sit on the dark faux leather couch on the top floor of my house and pick at my fingernails while I wait for Harris to finish up in the bathroom. I promised him, my boyfriend of a little over a year now, that we could make out after his baseball practice. I hear the shower trickle to a stop and I shift in my seat, trying to prepare myself for our scheduled make out time. When he finally enters the room I smile at him, like the girls in movies when they’re about to engage in a sexual act with their boyfriends. He smiles back, like a real person whose smile is not scripted, and trots back over to the couch to meet me like an excited puppy.
By Davis Mathis5 years ago in Filthy
