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The van. Content Warning.
With a grunt and a rather strong squeeze the man who had me fucked came in the condom while licking my neck. Standing with me leaning against a tree, he moved his hand to my big cock without taking his out and, already horny as hell, I came as soon as he touched me. " Ohhh !" I conceded, splashing milk on the trunk in front of me . While his interesting clapper escaped from my little anus, still in my half-crouched position, he cleaned the excess lube from my buttocks and the milk that adorned my penis. I turned around to see how he removed the condom and proceeded to clean himself as well. Of course, I replaced his hand with mine, taking the kitchen paper and took the opportunity to start a handjob helped by some licks in case that would revive me. But the result did not seem very encouraging, helped, perhaps, by the fact that the man had to leave. I made a mental note of the vehicle that housed the suggestive cock and we said goodbye. Once in my car, I cleaned myself up a bit better with my scented wipes as I watched the Ford Focus drive away. Anyway, while I was re-inserting the medium plug in my ass , I realized that I was still in bitch mode. Thinking about who could possibly satisfy my cravings for cock at that hour, I was about to start the car and leave when it appeared.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The beast on the hood. Content Warning.
Ana Sofia Salinas was not used to hearing “no.” She had built an empire in the tech industry with a mix of ambition, talent and a charm that baffled rivals and allies alike. Her heels clicked like an authoritative metronome in boardrooms, where men with years of experience trembled under her sharp gaze.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout 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
Against the clock
Against the clock I met her one winter afternoon in a random coffee shop. She was like a halo of light, illuminating everything with her smile. I was a black hole, inevitably drawn to her light. I was drinking one of those barista coffees, very stylish and, from my perspective, of little value for its price, while reading a copy of The Name of the Wind, wearing large headphones whose pads had seen better days.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Great sex with my friend's niece. Content Warning.
A beautiful autumn sunset, with pink and pearly hues, enveloped us on the way back. We were returning from a wedding by car and I was the one driving. The niece of one of my best friends ever was in the passenger seat. And where was my friend? Well, lying in the back seat snoring like a gorilla. What a mess he had become, the guy… His younger brother had married his long-time girlfriend and, after the event, the couple had rented a cocktail bar to continue the party until the early hours of the morning. And that was where we were heading.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Remembering old times 1
- "Wow, what lovely weather," I said out loud as I walked through the front door and out to the street. A lady passing by greeted me with a big smile. I, of course, smiled back and we shared that first moment of joy that a sunny spring day offers.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My old friend from Messenger
There may be people who no longer remember it, but before we had a wide range of instant messaging applications at our fingertips with which we could communicate with our friends, family or, quite simply, with strangers, there was no other way to do so than with a phone call or a physical presence. Everything was more complicated and rudimentary, whether for domestic matters, academic matters, in the workplace or in social relationships. You had to work harder in every area of life. There was no such feeling of immediacy that we have all become accustomed to today.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Fifteen
CONTINUED FROM PART FOURTEEN... “This little clit stimulator is called the Form 2,” Stacy said. “It’s from a company called JimmyJane and their stuff is awesome. I got a few boxes of these a month ago and this is already a part of my second shipment. Now it’s got two speeds and it’s waterproof. Completely rechargeable and-“
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Filthy
Porn Again, A Novel-Part Fourteen
CONTINUED FROM PART THIRTEEN... When the bartender finally arrived with their food, Barabbas wolfed it down as if it were his last meal on Death Row. Igor’s was a very popular bar and grill, right on St. Charles Ave. It seemed as if nearly every day, Happy found something quirky and unique about New Orleans. Not only was the place a bar and grill, but you could also shoot pool and do your laundry inside. Two Cajun burgers complete with fries and Cokes later, and they were both feeling awesome.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Take Control of Me. Content Warning.
It was only supposed to be a business visit between two friends who hadn't seen each other in a couple of years. We had only reconnected 2 weeks prior when we just so happened to be at the same place at the same time. We had only ever been friends in the 8 years we had known each other, but the way I felt when I saw him again after so long could only be described as curiosity and hunger.
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Filthy
