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Fantasy
Watching her lay there, sleeping naked, in my bed. Absolutely breathtaking. Especially after the incredible night we had last night. Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face. I never thought I would have that kind of experience with another woman. I always fantasized about what we did, and to finally have done it was mesmerizing.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Filthy
You're Mine, Tennis Slut
I want you to hear my mind. I want my thoughts to penetrate your brain so deep you cannot focus on anything else. Feel what I feel. I want you to feel the burn of my loins. I sit by the green mesh fence listening to your grunts every time you swing for the ball and I wait for my run. The ball is dropped and I run with a hunched back across the middle of the court, collect the ball, and sniff it tacitly. If I can do so discreetly without being seen I will lick it, lick the sweat of your hard work from the round object and imagine it wedged in your mouth while I tie you to the umpire’s chair for everyone to see. They will all see you for the vulgar little skank that you are. I will display you with your legs strapped wide open so everyone can look in and know that your pussy is ragged. Your skirt is too short. The ends of your perfectly ironed white pleats barely touch the crease in your ass cheek. You little slut. I want you to feel my cock head pushing into your mouth and bruising the inside of your cheek. I want you to feel my erection, the one I get every time I run to collect your dropped ball. Each time you raise your arm to serve I want you to feel my tongue lapping up the sweat from your armpit. When you walk onto the court I want you to feel my eyes bore into your skin. I want you to know in your subconscious each time when I perform my onanism over you at home in my den, a picture of you in my hand. Every time I soil that piece of paper with your face on it I want you to feel the dampness of my vile seed on your nose and chin. I want you to know that I am obsessed with you and I want you to feel unnerved and cold in your bones. When you leave the court covered in perspiration I am the one who walks closely behind you towards the changing rooms, turning off at the last minute to walk into the men’s room next door. I am the one who smells your towels. I am the one who scatters your clothes across the changing room floor so you have to run around naked collecting them up while I peep through the crack in the wall. I am your worst nightmare and you are my disgusting wet dream. You dance across the court as you play with deliberate pseudo gracefulness and femininity which gloats like a neon sign towards my direction. You cannot pretend to me you are an innocent girl. You are a promiscuous, dirty, tennis playing slut. You don’t know it yet but you will fear me. You will not know for a long time that your stalker is your ball boy. I am so close to you every day. I hang around in the background and look on with a vague sympathetic face as I listen in to your complaints. Concerns you tell your opponent about the feeling you have when you are changing in the changing rooms. The feeling you have that you are being watched. Not being able to sleep at night convinced there is someone lurking in the bushes outside your house. There is. That person is me. One day you will feel my breath close to your skin. One day you will know my name. One day you will no longer look at the poor ball boy (who won’t amount to much) with a patronising fake smile. I want you, tennis slut. One day you will be mine.
By Ava Sheridon8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 3
I slumped into the chair in my living room feeling very accomplished. I had finished all of my errands early and had nothing to do for the rest of the day before getting ready to go to work later on tonight. I was living a pretty comfortable life, not like some of the other hookers that lived five people to a room or had to give up what little self-worth they had to live with a pimp. My bills were always late and I had resorted to sucking my land lord's dick when I was short on the rent, but I was on my own. I had food to eat, lights, and even a few pieces of furniture; I was doing alright. I was beginning to doze when there was a knock on the door. I'm never expecting anyone, but I get up anyway to answer, "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming. Rico, if this is you, you're going to pay me! I wasn't short on rent and I don't give head for free."
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 3
ANGELINA Her lips, their fullness, how her tongue felt flicking at her nub underneath the water, her smile, the way her blue eyes pulled you into her orbit refusing to let you go until she was done with you. It was all Angelina could think about for the past two days she wondered how she was going to keep it together during her birthday party tonight. Lucia and Dylan had planned the entire thing, complete with Dolly's favorite meal and dessert, even her favorite cocktails. Nothing she brought with her to the retreat seemed appropriate enough for the event and Angie sighed in frustration as she sat on the floor of their walk-in closet.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Man of OUR Dreams (Pt. 2)
I awoke to the voice of my best friend coming from the bedroom connected to the living room of the hotel where I had been sleep since last night. The night before we had a lingerie themed party for my best friend Jelisa’s 21st birthday. Through all the drinking, dancing, and partying the whole night was a blurred. I slowly pulled myself up on the couch into a seated position as I tried gathering my thoughts. The only thing that I could perfectly replay over and over In my head from the night before is what had happened between me and Jordan, Jelisa’s boyfriend.
By QUEEN QUEEN8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 2
The day comes too quickly but I don't mind. I have more than enough for rent and a few other bills. I might even have some left over. I roll over to check my phone for any missed calls or messages, 4 missed calls and 2 texts from my mother, it's a slow day for her. I quickly respond back with the usual 'I'm fine' or 'I promise I will come by more'. Truth is I hate lying to my family about what I do for a living so I will not be coming by more. I put my phone back down on the table next to my bed and slide open the drawer in search of my vibrator. I find it nestled underneath the wad of cash from the mystery Subway Guy. My pussy begins to tingle at the thought of his fingers inside me, his breath on my neck, that sexy as hell confidence, it's all the inspiration I need. I pull the money out of the drawer along with the vibrator and begin straightening out the bills. They smell like him. I inhale deep, my pussy is beginning to moisten. I want his hands on me, in me, again but these wrinkled up $50's and $100's are the closest thing I have so they will have to do. I lay back and turn on my toy full speed and place it on my clit. I think of him when I close my eyes and smell him as I rub they money all over my body. My hips grind in perfect rhythm against the vibrator. My pussy is pulsing I am going to cum before long. I'm rubbing faster now, my clit is so sensitive it almost aches but I keep going. I feel a pressure building up inside me and right when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I jam the toy into my pussy. The vibrations on my cervix send me into a frenzy. I cum hard and loudly, violently shaking and constricting.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Her, Her Friend, and Me!
My tongue made its way to her clit, soliciting a gorgeous gasp and shudder through her body. The warmth of being so close to her pussy, and the soft, moistness I could feel on my lips was intoxicating. The weight of her body as it was perched above my face was lovely. This was right where I wanted to be, underneath her, licking her, loving every second of it.
By Jeff Watson8 years ago in Filthy
Promiscuous 2.0
The way he looks at me, it's so irresistible. His dark brown hair, chiseled chin, and slightly noticeable muscular body had quite a few of the ladies at work swooning. As he sits across from me at the annual orientation for work, I couldn't help to notice he's been drawing miniature sketches of me, or what looked like me in very provocative poses. To my surprise I was getting turned on. Sadly the orientation was going to take the whole work day. At lunch break, him and I began to talk. I never noticed him around the company before. He's smart, sophisticated, and incredibly good looking. He started his internship a month ago in the IT division of the company, and was excelling at what he was doing that the company hired him almost instantaneously. He asked me out for dinner that evening after work, and I modestly accepted.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Filthy
Midnight Wishes
You know what I want … That unexplainable feeling of being embraced by you. That naughty sensation of you removing my clothes layer by layer. I like it when you do it. You save my underwear for last. I always feel like a princess when I am around you. You treat me like one. I wonder how it would feel? Placing your hand down there and touching me directly. I only get wet because of you. Even when I do it myself, I only feel it when I’m thinking about you. Your collarbone is the first part of your body that I fell in love with. Your navel, your stomach, your muscles, I have fallen in love with you once again. It scares me. No, that is not right. Rather, it really excites me. Do whatever you want to me until morning. The entrance to my palace is unlocked … I want to just close my eyes. And, I will see you in my dreams.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Filthy
Redneck Pleasure
“Here” was all he sent; without a thought she was rushing to him. He was leaning on his truck peering down into all that his phone offered. She stopped for a moment to admire all that he was, before making her presence known. Upon noticing her, wearing less than she ever had in the presence of anyone else, he took her into his thin but forceful arms. He held her in a way that made her feel untouchable. He gave her a look that could turn the holiest of saints into Satan's right hand, he held her looking at her for what felt like a lifetime. In anticipation of his kiss she bit down on her soft lower lip until it split open. Just barely able to restrain herself. Finally after an eternity, his rough lips embraced hers with such strength it hurt as if he bit her, but she didn’t mind, his rough bruting passion transformed a church girl into a harlot. He slowly pulled away ready to go inside her….home, her home. She wanted him to throw her up against his truck and claim her body as his, but she pushed that thought out of her head as she bounced round quickly leading him into her room.
By Rayne Nadeau8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition
It's cold tonight. The type of cold that creeps into your bones. The type of cold that leaves you numb for hours. I'm used to being numb, it's part of the job requirements; indulge in random stranger's fantasies, pray to God you don't catch something, and remain completely numb. No one aspires to be a hooker. It is just one of those things that happen. You're going to school, you have friends, living life, and one thing leads to another. 'My family would be so proud', I think to myself as I walk up to the beat up old van parked on the corner. The driver is a gross middle-aged man, slightly overweight, and very sweaty. Considering rent is due, I do not have the luxury of excluding any customer, no matter how repulsive he is, so after a brief exchange of terms and expectations I enter the van. We drive a few blocks away to a vacant lot, it is the spot I usually bring my Johns. He exits the driver side making his way to the rear of the van. I climb through the back, meeting him as he pulls open the sliding door. He smiles a creepy smile and enters. Like I have done countless times before, I let my mind go blank and slip into another reality as he pulls up my skirt. I have long since stopped wearing panties while I was working, it makes the process quicker and easier; in and out. He takes a few moments to apply the condom I had provided before ramming his short, fat, cock in me. When I had first started, being entered without warning would have caught me off guard but after 3 years of tricking, I am a seasoned veteran. He lays on top of me thrusting wildly and grunting, 'This shouldn't take long'. His sweaty body is sticking to me so I decide to help him along with some dirty talk. " Yeah, right there, fuck that pussy", he begins thrusting faster. " Does it feel good on your cock?" He's moaning loudly now, his hands cupping my breasts. "Cum for me!" I shout and he loses it. He rears up pulling at my nipples and climaxing loudly "TAKE THIS NUT"!!!!! And just like that, it is all over. I get up quickly after he peels himself off of me and begin fixing my hair and clothes. He fishes around for his wallet in his discarded jeans and pulls out two crisp $100 bills which he doesn't release until I "give daddy a kiss". I shove the money in my bra, pull the van door open and start the walk to the subway. I need a shower after whatever that was. It has been a good night and I am exhausted.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
