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Playful Seduction, Part 2
I grab him in my hands and tell him I want to taste him… he’s eager to comply and moves slowly rolling off of me onto the bed. I’m enticed by how soft his skin feels as I slide my hands across his chest, dragging my nails gently through his curly chest hairs. As I roll over, I get that faint whiff of his cologne from the movement in the sheets and I’m savoring the taste of him even before I’ve had a chance to put his hardness into my mouth. As I sit up in preparation to mount him he grabs me and removes my gown, exposing my dark, hardened nipples that he gently rubs between his thumb and index finger with his right hand. He grabs my waist to have me bend down to taste myself again, lingering on his lips with his left hand. This man truly knows how to drive me crazy and I love it.
By Charisma Dawn8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
Droplets of something sweet fall on my lips. It was the blood of someone not from this land, but from afar, almost flowery, like chamomile. I wake up looking to see Vincent standing over me with someone's neck above my face. I pull it to me, too weak to raise up. It was a woman. Her soft, black hair fell on top of me, covering my face. Aromatic waves of lavender and honey hit my nose. I breathed her in like the best cocaine a drug lord kept for himself.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
Life After Love: Part 11
SERENA The appetites for twin baby boys was no joke. I've been breastfeeding for at least two hours now, back and forth, back and forth. My nipples were raw and I needed a break. I pumped what I had left in me into a few bottles for the middle of the night, which was when they loved to wake us up. I had no idea why we even bothered to have a damn nursery when they just kept sleeping with us.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Vincent
My heart is beating and I have little wispy butterflies in my stomach as I return with the waters. I wasn't gone long, but I was glad to be back. There is something about his presence that intimidated and pulled me to him. I felt sexy and alive when I was around him and yet not myself at all. I looked forward to coming to work, just so I could sit across from him in the cubical.
By Jennifer Cypert8 years ago in Filthy
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
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
