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Sometimes, I Like It Like This.
I like to be fucked rough and hard, I want to be sore afterwards. I have no interest in making love. I like to be talked to dirty. Call me a dirty slut, or a filthy bitch... that sort of thing. I like to have my pussy licked and teased. Lick my clit, don't suck on it like it's a dick, tease it and make my pussy wet. Once my pussy is nice and wet I want to be fucked, in the missionary position first. I like to be dominated occasionally. I want to be on the bottom, my legs spread wide and my hips tilted upward... waiting for the dick. Once inside, I want to be fucked hard and with determination. My wet pussy being pounded with a rock hard cock gets me off. I want my hair pulled, my hips squeezed and my ass slapped. The sound of hard breathing in my ear, my tits being squeezed. My hard nipples being sucked on and bitten. I like to get on top and ride the dick. Circling my hips around and around the dick, bouncing up and down... feeling my tits bounce with me. I like hands squeezing my hips and ass, beckoning me to go faster or slower. Being on all fours and taking it from behind can be a turn on. I like to feel the dick deep inside. I like to have my ass fucked on occasion. I don't want it to be gentle because it's the ass, I want it fucked like my pussy. Spit on my ass and slide the dick in, and then fuck. Ass to pussy can make me cum, and cum hard. Sometimes I like to feel the dick cum deep inside of my pulsating pussy, exploding into me and then dripping out of me, slowly down my thighs. Leaving a sticky, sweet residue all over me. Sometimes I like to cum on the dick and hop off before it cums. I like to taste my pussy on the dick, licking my cum off of it.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Filthy
Secret Adventure
So this all started around three and a half years ago. I was a 19-year-old in my first serious relationship. I was (am) head over heels in love! A real man, sexy, with a home, a great job, and lots more "experience." We didn’t have much, but my life was perfect! So I moved into his place. We were honeymooning, I suppose you could say. As you can imagine, we could not keep our hands off each other. The moment we both came in from work, in the shower, on the couch, round two, round three, and sometimes, some naughty pictures in between. But as most relationships do, this fizzled out. We were both tired after work, stressed out, and not too interested in being intimate.
By Secret Adventurer8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 5
I was born in between sin and virtue. And you know they both anchor people like you and me down. It sinks its hooks deep into our skin and never allows us to float above water. This is how I know you're drowning again, Elle. I saw it in your eyes last night. Your last disguise is slowly disintegrating right before your eyes, and the thought of losing it is making you desperate. Desperate enough to shift the blame onto your lifeless mother. Go back to the beginning, to where you first experienced the ending of your innocence. Only then will you find the right questions to ask in order to find me.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 2
It'd be easy to blame her behavior on her daddy issues, her miscommunication with her mother, the unhealthy environment they both created for her. The truth settled within the darkest corners of her mind and shone as bright as the neon city she was currently in. It illuminated within every confident step she took across an empty parking lot, or a quiet alley, even the satisfied sighs that came out of the strangers she slept with.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Hair Down There
“How do you like it?” I asked the man I just brought home for a one night stand. As he grabbed me and pulled me down on the bed next to him, he whispered in my ear “Wet.” It had been awhile since I last shaved my pussy and I wanted to make sure he was going to be happy with what he was about to set eyes on. I was already wet. I asked him if he had ever shaved a woman while showering together. He paused before answering in the negative. I thrust myself off the bed, while pulling my sweater over my head and kicking off my pants as I walked unhurriedly towards my master bathroom. Once there, I turned on the water at the tub, letting it flow and allowing it to warm before inserting the plug. Of course, my next move was adding an ample amount of softly scented bubble solution. As the tub filled with the sensual fragrances of musk and vanilla, my guest entered the room just as I was slipping into the spherical tub.
By Mickey Sigga8 years ago in Filthy
