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Babysitter Gets Caught
Brandy grabbed a second throw pillow and stacked it behind her on the arm of the sofa. She put her feet on the plush seat near her butt, with enough space between her thighs for her hand to slip up under her skirt. The skirt that would be around her waist in a moment.
By Asrai Devin3 days ago in Filthy
Naughty Secretary Fantasy. AI-Generated.
Ally’s mind wove a fantasy of a secretary bringing the sexy boss coffee and the tease of more with a low-cut top and short skirt. After he spends all day listening to her sexy voice through the phone system, and several times a day enduring her leaving over him to bring coffee, he can’t take it anymore. He kisses her and rips her blouse off.
By Asrai Devin4 days ago in Filthy
Smutty Pulp Novels are worthy of reading
When I was a teen, my two best girlfriends and I would write romance novels in our composition books. Each time we'd finish the next chapter we'd get together and read it to each other. We'd pretend that we were the main characters and we'd really get a kick out of seeing how the stories would unravel from each writer. We all three had our own ideas of what was "romantic" and how plot should unfold. It was a lot of fun and I wish I would have been able to keep all those old stories in those composition books because some of those ideas and notes were much more sophisticated than one might expect from your average teen.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman24 days ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Seven
Continued from Part Six… Candy studied her reflection in the small surface of her compact. What stared back at her was a vision she almost didn’t recognize, a vixen of a figure who seemingly lost her way...but found another one. The overall mood in church that day was a stifling one, offering no real sense of fulfillment or refuge. Why she chose to attend church on that particular morning was either a mystery or a dull reflex from a time long gone. Much like the daily routine of her otherwise dull and diluted married life, Sundays in church seemed only to serve as time to think about either taking up Pilates or what outfit to pick out for work the next day.
By lazarusInfinity24 days ago in Filthy
The Misfortunes of Mr. Jumble A Parody of Mistakes
Mr. Jumble was an extraordinary standard man; he was a mobile, talking exemplification of disorder. In the little, beautiful town of Serenity, where everything ran as expected, Mr. Jumble's presence resembled a stone tossed into a completely still lake. Each step he took, each activity he performed, appeared to make waves of disarray and funniness.
By SAPRO XTREMEabout a month ago in Filthy
Mr. Corley
Part One Last period of the day, math with Mr. Dean. I sit in the third row, second seat from the far right. You sit three seats back and four to the left. You’ve been quite most of the term, and Mr. Dean hates that. He encourages people to speak up and be open like his life depends on it. He’s picked on you most of the time, asking you for answers or congratulating you on all you’re A’s. We’re not friends, hardly even acquaintances. Your friends with my friend and that’s it. I know your name is Izzy, but I hate that name. I like your real name. Isabel. Makes you sound delicate and sensitive, but your voice doesn’t match. That’s curious.
By Tennessee Garbageabout a month ago in Filthy
What is a Woman?
A man cannot have children, produce eggs, or menstruate. Traditionally—mythologically—he is both tyrant and guiding father. He is Order, eternally counterbalanced with the Feminine Chaos. He is not a social construct. He is at the beginning of reproductive biology.
By Geno C. Foralabout a month ago in Filthy
Midnight Madness Pt. 1. AI-Generated.
As the clock struck midnight, the fluorescent lights of the Walmart Supercenter flickered, and the mundane hum of the overnight shift gave way to an otherworldly energy. The aisles, once filled with sleepy shoppers and tired employees, transformed into a bustling hub of interdimensional commerce. Ashton, a new-hire escort in the sex section, donned her brightest smile and prepared for the real work to begin. Behind the façade of discount prices and everyday essentials, this Walmart became a playground for creatures from far and wide, drawn to the promise of a "good time" in the most literal sense.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Filthy