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Honeysuckle
Tonight was eerily quiet, all that was to be heard was the occasional tree branch sweeping across the window in the wind and the sound of my own breath. It had been one of those evenings where all felt peaceful but that something was missing, I couldn’t quite place what that was ; it was a rather empty feeling that lingered. I let my head fall back onto the back of the chair, cradling the wine glass in my hands, my fingers delicately wrapped around it. My mouth emitting a heavy, fed up sigh; work had been tedious and had completely drained me today. I couldn't stop thinking about the copious amounts of emails I had to sift through on Monday, along with the brief for the company project I had to write up, all the phone calls and the board meetings I had to arrange and attend.
By myhoneyedwords12 months ago in Filthy
What One Man Won't Do, Another Will. Content Warning.
I can't tell you how long I've dreamed of having her slobbering all over my dick. I used to lay in bed at night with my eyes closed imagining her spitting, sucking and gargling all over my cock quite often.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Filthy
Business Date Part Three: Pride. Content Warning.
I re-watched the video. I loved watching the young woman take my cock as I fucked her on the hotel bed. She was much younger than Nadine, and while her tits weren’t as big, I liked watching them bounce around and sway as I fucked her.
By Alexander Martinabout a year ago in Filthy
The Book Boyfriend. Content Warning.
… He knew he couldn’t leave her like this. Always wanting— no, needing, more, somehow. Carrying the question heavy in his heart, Sir Damon leaned over, armor barely covering his— frame. And her scent was still on his pillow though it left something to think of … to hope for… he dreamt. And what he dreamt of were —
By Dan-O Vizziniabout a year ago in Filthy
Xmas at Xenia
Homecoming The second I step off the plane, my stress melts away into the bright winter sunlight. No longer plagued by oppressive humidity, my lungs expand to full capacity as I breathe in the crackling desert air. For the first time in too long, my heart has room to settle. Once I stride across the tarmac and enter the airport, I make my way toward the exit and my new beginning.
By Avery Bridgeabout a year ago in Filthy
