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Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 6
JONAS He couldn't tell if he was having another mind-blowing wet dream, but it felt real enough to make his dick hard. Jonas could feel the pulling of the tip of his cock into someone's mouth and the sensation left him speechless, rendering his body helpless against whoever was giving him such pleasure. When he decided to open his eyes to see who it was, he was disappointed to see nothing but darkness surrounding him. His wife was sound asleep next to him, wearing one of his t-shirts, her naked behind sticking out of the comforter, tempting him to take her from behind like he was dying to.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Hope and Aba
Her eyes cannot move off of Aba’s form. Hope found her own breath catching. She has to stop. Knowing it’s wrong to want her best friend. But the months in agony pretending nothing has changed. Everything is different. 'Aba if only you knew.' The thought teases across Hope’s mind. 'Is it time? Am I ready? Will she leave?' More thoughts torture her mind. Hope didn’t know what to do. All she wanted is to belong to Aba. Finally Hope tears her gaze away from Aba.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 5
SANTANA Halfway through Thanksgiving dinner, Santana was starting to worry Daniel wasn't going to show up. She'd left a message for him with his grandmother, along with her business card, since he wasn't there when she had arrived along with Dylan and Lucia. His grandmother, who's name was Carmen De Jesus, had been a very short host. Didn't smile even once in her presence, but she encountered that alot with undocumented workers in the past. They thought of all law enforcement as bad people and she was no exception to them in their eyes. Until she freed them of their burdens of course. She never left a case unfinished. One minute too late could cause an entire family to fall apart and Santana wouldn't be able to live with herself if she'd been part of that.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Dark Guest
One night, as she lay on her bed, she woke up with a gasp for breath, she noticed an eerie feeling, but rather than fear it she contemplated it, and savoured it, like a taste that you can't decide weather or not you like or dislike. The random event started to repeat itself; she'd wake up with a strange feeling of someone watching her, and gradually fall back into sleep, a feeling that went from monthly, to weekly, to daily in a short space of time.
By Sheara Kerry8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 1
SANTANA Santana Davis, or currently known as Mrs. Santana Martinez, twisted the ends of her curls as she stared at her new husband who was too engrossed in reading the newspaper to notice. The bright rays coming from the sun were beaming through their opened windows, bringing life into their quiet room. She'd never been married before, but she couldn't imagine it was supposed to be this boring. They were on their honeymoon and they were supposed to be getting complaints from the other guests over how loud their sex noises were, not basking in the silence that was slowly killing her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Finale
It has been a full year since I had met Mr. Alexander in the subway. A year of great sex in compromising positions and public locations. A year of arriving places in private cars and watching my bank account climb to a comfortable place. A year of erotic memories and yet I know as much about Mr. Alexander now as I had a year ago. I did know, however, that I only felt about him what one would feel about their boss. There was absolutely no romantic connection at all. We fucked, screwed, got laid; we didn't make love. As the year had progressed, Mr. Alexander's tone did improve. He would often begin sentences with "if you're not too busy" or "if you don't mind" rather than barking out commands the way he had before. To wrap up our relationship, we were cordial when our clothes were on and sexual soulmates when they came off. I was unsure what the end of the year meant. Was I only on contract for a year or was it more permanent until he settled down into an actual relationship? I had been paying for my apartment while I stayed here just in case so I wasn't too worried but if I could keep this thing going for a little while longer I was going to do what I could. Me. Alexander thought it best that I stay the Thanksgiving holiday with my family to "maintain appearances." It was great spending a whole week with my parents and other family members but I would be lying if I said toward the end I wasn't more than happy to get back. My loins ached for him and I began having withdrawals from not cumming in such a long period of time. He had definitely been feeling the same; when I got back he fucked me so hard and for so long, I had to soak to take the swelling off of my sore pussy. So when I got back I agreed eagerly to spend the Christmas holiday with him. I didn't know how this thing worked. Not just because he hired me, but buying gifts for anyone in general. I was unsure if I was supposed to even give him a gift, I didn't even know if he would be getting me anything, but after some careful thought, I decided to go for it. He has changed my life completely around, that's gift enough. I go and wash up and get dressed and head for the store I've found on the internet that sells the type of gift I have in mind.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Jingle Bed Rock (Part 1)
Christmas has always brought out the erotic side of me. The cold weather, romantic scenes in Christmas movies and the sensual gift ideas do not make it any better. This is something that Levar knew and understood. With his high sex drive and my sensual prowess being in heat despite the cold temperatures, things were going to be rocking around the Christmas tree, under the mistletoe, and in the bedroom.
By Merlin Mystique8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 6
JULIE If being in the car with your ex-lover and your new one wasn't awkward, Julie didn't know what was. According to Miguel, shit had hit the fan while the doctors were doing their best to hydrate her with fluids and electrolytes and letting her catch up on some much needed sleep with a sedative. Exhaustion. That's what they chalked all of this up to. From her point of view in the backseat of this rental car, it seemed like Julie wasn't the only one suffering from it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
First Time
I couldn't help not thinking about him. His unshaven chiseled chin. His slender yet muscular body. His piercing deep blue eyes. His full, perfect lips that felt so good, no matter where he kissed me. Then his cock, just thinking of it gives me goosebumps and makes my privates wet. After all, he is the one that took my virginity.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Filthy
