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Bank Holiday Weekend (Pt. 1)
"That was really fun! It's been a long time since I've been salsa dancing." I smiled. He sounded authentic, and the smile was as wide as his face so I took the statement to be genuine.
By Lady Àine7 years ago in Filthy
The Cabin
It was a Thursday. It wasn’t just a regular Thursday, something was different. For one it was raining heavily; so bad that windows in the cabin were shaking from the strong wind - a storm was coming. Matt was outside cutting up woods to last them through the storm. Marie was in the kitchen preparing some dinner for the two of them. But something was in the air. The sound of the axe against the wood made the hairs on Marie’s body stand up. She needed Matt’s touch. She finished up with dinner and stood at the front door to call him in. The sight of Marie’s open shirt made something stir in Matt’s lower pants. He needed to touch her; now.
By Justine Hibbert7 years ago in Filthy
A Little Something on the Side
We found this strip club called Nikki’s on Stewart Ave and went in. It was just like we had heard, the sisters were butt-booty naked and popping pussy close in our faces. There were several sisters in the place, but this one sister really caught our attention. She was a pretty, tan-skin sister with long, black, dookie braids. She had nice breasts with perfect baby bottle nipples. Her waist was tight and small; it led to an incredible ass, powerful thighs, hamstrings, and calves. She was wearing a thin top with her stomach out and a G-string that disappeared in the crack of her fat ass. She had on combat boots and was drinking beer out of a long neck bottle. Edwin called her over to table dance for him, and while Edwin was looking at her fat pussy, she was bent over, looking back at me and winking. Her name was Adrienne. It was daytime, and the club was kind of slow, so Adrienne sat and talked with us for a while. I really liked her. She was street level and straight forward. Edwin and I left there and kicked it around Atlanta the rest of the day. That night, we went to a place called Fantasy Fare and they gave us a tour of the place. There were fine women, black and white, whips and chains, cages and nipple clamps for a price. It was the first time that I had seen a fully stocked sex dungeon.
By One Iam7 years ago in Filthy
Young and Tender
My sister Katrina’s second son Nathan came down to Atlanta from Detroit to stay with me for a while. He had been getting into a little trouble in Detroit and we thought maybe a change of scenery and a little male mentoring could do him some good. Yeah, me as a mentor. I don’t have a criminal record. I go to work, take care of my family and have some experience from life that I could impart to him. Nathan is 18 years old. He’s dark-skinned, about 6’0” with a thick muscular build. I’m 39 at the time. He’s supposed to be finding employment, stacking a little money and starting school. Nathan is good company. We talk a lot, lift weights together and do a little partying on the weekends. The club we party at the most is Café Echelon in Stone Mountain. It’s a nice club with lots of pretty women.
By One Iam7 years ago in Filthy
Bathtub and Phone Sex
Yes that is exactly what I need. A hot bath, candles, a glass of wine and a good book. That is what I wanted and I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Wednesday night at home alone. It had been a brutal day and I needed to relax.
By Lady Àine7 years ago in Filthy
More Than Friends: Show Time
Previous post: A Night Out| From First Time Cam Girl Thursday night, show night. A public show. I dress in my new lingerie I picked up on the way home from work. In the bathroom, I apply eyeliner with a shaky hand. Mascara isn’t as tricky, the red lipstick matches my outfit, a lacy merrywidow hooked up to red stockings with matching lace panties.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Yes, Mistress
Maura thought that the first time she had sex in her office would be suaver. It would happen during a late night at the office, maybe the team had been working overtime for a week, and after everyone cleared out. There would be a bottle of wine, perhaps a pour of whiskey, to relax her body. It would be with someone older, more experienced, more mature… someone of a mentor to her or a peer. She imagined dark hair, dark red lipstick, put together, someone sensual.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
Beauty's Spanking
According to Wikipedia, the original Beauty and the Beast tale had Beauty meeting the Beast in his human form during dreams and that's where she fell in love. There is something to say for a furry retelling of the story though.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
More Than Friends: A Night Out
Previous chapter: Lazy Afternoon On Monday evening, I give my friend Joelle a cup of coffee. She smiles at me as I take a seat across from her in my apartment.
By Asrai Devin7 years ago in Filthy
Kiss My Neck and Fuck My Arse
I was in the middle of rehearsing when he rang my bell. I answered the door dressed as a boy, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He stepped back and admired me. He said he liked it, my suit and my short hair and my fake moustache. He said I made a delightfully pretty boy.
By Dark Cherry Collective7 years ago in Filthy
Mine
“I can’t…” Daisy barely whispered, the hesitation clear in her voice, “I have a date tomorrow night.” It shouldn’t be that hard to say. Many college students have dates on Friday nights. They don’t typically have coffee meetings, study sessions, or spend the evening at home by themselves eagerly dreaming about their professor. Well, not her professor anymore. Professor Thompson, aka Maura, taught her World History class last year.
By Lady Domitille7 years ago in Filthy
The Initiation
Novadeena walked with her daughter to the Temple of the Divine Feminine. She glanced at her daughter, wondering what she was thinking. Was she nervous about her training? Did she have any fear about the sacred wisdom and sexual knowledge that awaited her within the inner chambers of the temple? I should have spoken more to her about this, Novadeena realized. Now it was too late, too late to share her own experiences within the depths of this holy structure.
By Jean Sumrall7 years ago in Filthy