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No one can say without lying that they are doing well with their age. Growing older is the greatest pain, because we begin to yearn more strongly for what we left behind, knowing that with each passing day we are moving further away from it all. Old experiences and feelings that will never return.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
The cousins already have tits
Rivalries between people from different social classes have always existed, but the problem arises when these wars occur within the same family. Envy and resentment destroy values that were once shared. When this happens, there is only one way to return to the path of peace and love, only one way to end hatred, but no one is willing to accept it.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
I show the little bird to my niece
When a person doesn't follow the same trend as the rest of society, we tend to think it's because of their personality, that they're lonely, or even selfish. In some cases that may be true, but in others they simply haven't been able to give us anything interesting to follow.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Don't fall asleep, aunt, I'm in the mood
Some say we are attracted to people who share our tastes or character, but others think it is inevitable that our attention will be drawn to people who are radically different from us. What happened to me was a mixture of both: I found someone from a very different world than mine with whom I had too much in common to pass up.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
On all fours in a hotel
Even the most solid romantic relationship in the world does not guarantee fidelity. Love can be very powerful, some people say that it is what moves everything, but when desire comes into play, judgment becomes clouded and we can end up doing unimaginable things. This can happen even to the most secure person in their feelings.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
My son wants to see me with his friend. Content Warning.
I am a fifty-five year old woman with curly blonde hair. I am quite small and have generous breasts, size 110, cup D. At my age I am still attractive to men. I like to dress elegantly and with a touch of sensuality. I have been married for 28 years.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
Cisca and the Barrientos (I). Content Warning.
I had a full day and three years after my transfer and I found myself more or less happy with my life. Since he was sent, he has lived in this little house that his parents had left in the poorest part of the town. The house could not be more modest, it only has a floor and a living space, so that the door opens onto the street, as well as the patio and it is all over the house. A table and chairs in the centre, a television on the right. A fireplace at the back, the kitchen with beams at the edge, a sofa to sit on a little further back. He sleeps in a loft built in the entrance, which is accessed by a wooden staircase near the side of the wall. The bathroom is located at the exit, there is a small shed.
By Real Erotic Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
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Sure, you’ve seen people posting all kinds of things, from everyday snapshots to more intimate moments, but how do you make your content stand out? One key is keeping things interesting, fresh, and tailored to your audience.
By creatorsklubabout a year ago in Filthy
The Siren's Noose*
Maria lay strapped to the interrogation couch, her naked body tense and trembling. Her olive skin glistened under the harsh lights of the Orb’s interrogation cell, her curves displayed against the cold, white surface of the machine. The couch was tilted back at a 45-degree angle, and though her head was supported, the rest of her body was painfully exposed. Her arms were tightly secured at her sides, but her legs were held wide apart by metal clamps. She was creating a Y shape, her groin exposed. Every instinct told her to close her thighs, to shield her sex organs. She tested the bonds again, her muscles straining as she tugged with her arms, her thighs trembling as she tried to pull her legs together. But the restraints only dug deeper into her skin, reminding her of how helpless she was. She looked magnificent, her figure perfect, but it didn’t matter. This vulnerability terrified her.
By James Missagliaabout a year ago in Filthy
A Girl's Night Out. Content Warning.
The wooden walls of the bar were literally vibrating with the music, a primal beat that made you want to sway, to give in to the heat of the night. The dance floor was packed, the air was humid, and electric. Brazil isn’t a cool country and tonight was all about sweat and drums.
By James Missagliaabout a year ago in Filthy
