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Romancing Satan
Have you ever heard the idiom "The devil is not so black as he is painted?" Figuratively it means a person isn't as bad as people say he or she is. When I say it I mean it quite literally. The devil may not be as bad as people say. There is that theory but then there is also the thought that maybe my soul is more damaged and corrupt than people say. Maybe I'm not painted nearly as black as I should be. Why else would I dream of romancing Satan?
By Susie Brooks8 years ago in Filthy
Bow Wad Bowshock (Part 02)
Part 01 here _____ Never before in his life had he experienced the extra-genital regions of another being's body. It was arousing sexploration on the purest level. Yet, he had to free himself of this mad woman and her space crabs.
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Filthy
A Lustful Heart
Her heart's deepest desire was to be loved. She wanted to be loved as much and as deeply as she loved. In her innermost secret places, she was a romantic who believed love could fix anyone, heal anything, tie the tightest bonds and give the most freedom. In fact she attached most of her emotions and awareness to love. Very unhealthy, she knew, however her sense of self worth, her sense of belonging, her fear of abandonment and rejection were tied up in love. She couldn't help believing that love would make everything in her world right and whole.
By Jasmine Smith8 years ago in Filthy
Blowad Bow Shock (Part 01)
She had crabs. Very large, very brutal fuckers. The very sight of them engulfed his flesh in an uncontrollable burn-itch that mushroom-clouded forth from his groin. Chagrined, he quickly waved the cloud away.
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Filthy
Strike 2
Heat. It was kind of heat that would slap you in the face and put your mother’s stove in the summer to shame. No life, no vegetation other than the mirages your mind conjured as you looked in the distance as the verdant green mirage of a wadi dissipated. It was Summer Break according to the calendar back home. Your sister would be giggling with friends as they were getting ready to go to the Lake for the yearly sojourn back to Heron Cove. Closing your eyes momentarily memories of the cool breeze off the water as you sat on the deck and watched the sunset, an ice cold beer in hand... you were shaken from your reverie as you were jostled by a fellow Marine. Breathing in the sun baked air, you hoisted your pack and walked down into the pits of Hell.
By Blake N.8 years ago in Filthy
The Hotel
It was becoming a long week for Sarah; these business trips were not all that fun to go on, but she had no choice in the matter. She is the best market research advisor her company has and so they send her on all the business trips. She was going to be leaving for home the next day so after her meetings were all done she headed back to her hotel to have a few drinks at the bar and people watch before she went up to her room and packed for the trip home. The bar was not as crowded as she had seen before, so she found a booth in the back and ordered a dirty martini. Not long after she sat down with her drink did a man come over to talk. He was a tall man with a handsome face and a body of a god, Sarah could tell he was trouble, but she didn’t care because she would be gone the next day anyway. He asked to join her introducing himself as Jake. Jake was a contractor who was in town also on a business trip and was looking for some company before he went back home, he saw her from across the room and had to come over.
By Two Lips8 years ago in Filthy
Darkside: What's a Girl to Do?
A tall, broad chested figure walked slowly to Sarah’s car. She couldn’t make out his face because it was still early and still dark. Her heart pounded as the cop got closer. Her chest grew heavy, making simple breathing difficult; like giving a speech to a crowd of 1,000 people. Sarah kicked herself. She should not have used that card. Now, the police have been alerted and she was going to go to jail, then Joseph would take her away to do unspeakable things to her.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
The Train
Lee boards the train not really knowing what is waiting for him, he just thinks about the business trip that he is taking and how long it's going to be; he finds an empty cabin and puts his bags away wishing for the time to fly by, so he can get off and go. Waiting has never been one the things that Lee is good at and he sits down and waits for the five-hour train ride to be over; this will be the ride of his life and doesn’t even know it yet. The next four hours fly by, only slowing when the train stopped to pick up new passengers. At the four-hour mark the train does its usual thing to stop for new passengers, only this time it's different. A woman with dark brown hair looking to be about 5'7'' gets on and goes right to the cabin that Lee is riding in, she poles her head in and Lee sits up straighter and takes notice of her big brown eyes. Jen, her names is Jen, asks if she can sit in the cabin with Lee complaining the other cabins are too noisy and that she just wants to find a nice quiet place to sit and rest.
By Two Lips8 years ago in Filthy
Fantasy Games
He walked over to me and gently took my hands, sat down on the bed, and put me over his knee. Then he pulled my skirt up and slid my panties down by my knees, and gave me a few firm slaps on the bottom, telling me as he did that I had been a really bad girl today, and that I had to be punished so I would learn not to be so bad. Then he stopped spanking me and began rubbing my pink bottom, caressing it and gently moving my legs apart as he did. I was wet with anticipation, and hot for the fact that he knew I liked being spanked. I ached inside with the thought of what would come next, when he suddenly slid his finger inside me and began moving it around and in and out at the same time, causing me great waves of what was the beginning of a huge orgasm.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Filthy
Mercy
She could hear his footsteps. They were heavy and muffled but they were coming in her direction, closer and closer, until they stopped in front of her door.
By Amanda Lyons8 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 02)
Her mouth closed over his meat in a wet, sultry heat he closed his eyes to. Her tongue slipped over his head, encircling it, while her hand continued to fondle his nuts. She mixed it all with timely administrations of slight teeth gratings that sent panic-tainted electric excitement through him. His cock bulged, growing until he felt the vein-laced, porous meat inside might burst from its skin. Finally, he could hold his buildup back no more. She brought him to climax.
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Filthy
Jizzemboweler (Part 01)
"Permission tat, please." The man smiled at the female security officer guarding the gate of the Floating World and nodded, "Of course."
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Filthy