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Porn Again, A Novel-Part Thirteen
CONTINUED FROM PART TWELVE... Another night of amazing sales, he thought to himself as he looked over the numbers so far. Aside from the usual setback of customers looking to return items and drunken bums groping the mannequins, Happy had to admit it was a great night so far. Still, he was looking forward to getting off in a few minutes.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Twelve
CONTINUED FROM PART ELEVEN... “What was that all about?” Happy asked, entering his office. “Um, I believe that was my friends and I getting harassed by those religious whackjobs,” Blake replied. “Are you insinuating that this was all my fault?”
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again-A Novel, Part Ten
CONTINUED FROM PART NINE... “Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music was loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way...”
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Eight
CONTINUED FROM PART SEVEN... The joint blazed softly as Candy took another hit from it, perfuming her mental state as well as the room in subtle tones of the finest sativa blend Marcus’ connections in California could supply. She had to give it to him; he knew exactly how to re-introduce her to things she hadn’t experienced since college. His presence, swagger, and confidence gave her a buzz that rivaled the marijuana, she blew smoke down on his fully erect cock before sucking him slowly in between subtle bites. Passing the joint to him as he reclined back on the bed, she continued taking in her newfound communion, licking, stroking, and sucking every veiny inch of him…forcing him to submit. She could feel him twitching and moaning with every stroke. They’d been at it for over an hour, evident by half-burned candles along with sheets strewn about and haphazard. The room filled with the aroma of lust and marijuana smoke; she needed this release to burn away all the repressed anguish from earlier.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Seven
CONTINUED FROM PART SIX... Candy studied her reflection in the small surface of her compact. What stared back at her was a vision she almost didn’t recognize, a vixen of a figure who seemingly lost her way...but found another one. The overall mood in church that day was a stifling one, offering no real sense of fulfillment or refuge. Why she chose to attend church on that particular morning was either a mystery or a dull reflex from a time long gone. Much like the daily routine of her otherwise dull and diluted married life, Sundays in church seemed only to serve as time to think about either taking up Pilates or what outfit to pick out for work the next day.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Mastering G-Spot Stimulation. AI-Generated.
Learn effective techniques for consistent G-spot stimulation, including understanding the female anatomy, using specific stimulation techniques, the importance of foreplay and arousal, optimal sex positions, communication and consent, debunking myths, and the potential for more intense orgasms and heightened sexual satisfaction.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Filthy
Six Flags of Seduction. Content Warning.
Introduction: Exploring the Depths of Love, Lust, and Self-Discovery Inspired by the April 10, 2024, episode of Club Shay Shay, where Shannon Sharpe hosted Cam Newton as a guest in Episode 117, this poetic piece delves into the complexities of relationships, the intensity of passionate love, and the cautionary tales of toxic connections. During their conversation, Cam Newton shared his thoughts on navigating the intricate dynamics of love and the red flags of toxic women, which sparked the creation of the poem Six Flags of Seduction: Riding Lust's Carousel.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Filthy
The Misfortunes of Mr. Jumble A Parody of Mistakes
Mr. Jumble was an extraordinary standard man; he was a mobile, talking exemplification of disorder. In the little, beautiful town of Serenity, where everything ran as expected, Mr. Jumble's presence resembled a stone tossed into a completely still lake. Each step he took, each activity he performed, appeared to make waves of disarray and funniness.
By SAPRO XTREME2 years ago in Filthy








