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Female Uber Drivers Take Over
In the town that I live in it seems like all the guys are driving for Uber. They are all very good looking young men. But they don't seem to get it and have poor tastes in cars. You would think that most men would have some hot nice looking cars. But of course, this isn't Miami or California. The town that I live in is Butte, Montana. It's a nice little town with a population of about thirty-three thousand people. It has a unique history.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Love in an Elevator
It started out just like any ordinary day, you woke at the normal time feeling well rested and followed your normal morning routine. Today though would not be a normal day in your life by any stretch of the imagination, today is going to be very different. You have cleared your schedule from early afternoon on wards for a very particular reason, your secret lover is in town and has reservations at a local hotel. It has been several weeks since you last enjoyed his company and you are itching at the chance to see him again. As you potter around the house half-heart idly doing your housework your mind is filled with memories of the last time you saw him. The thoughts fill your head and make your heart race, the excitement pulses through your body making you ache for his very touch. Yes it has been way too long since you asked felt that touch, tasted his gorgeously soft lips, felt his firm well sculpted body and tasted his gorgeous thick, hard manhood. Your body begins to tingle as your imagination runs wild, you almost giving to the temptation to satisfy yourself in your bedroom with the use of one of your many toys but you decide to hold an energy and save it for him, because by God you know you’re going to need it. On the few occasions that you have spent time with each other it has always led to the most amazing sex you have ever experienced and he knows just how to please you not to mention push your boundaries to the very limits. The calm silence shattered by the sound of your doorbell sadly ending your very exciting daydream, you go to answer the front door upon opening the door you are confronted by the postman clutching a parcel. You exchange pleasantries whilst taking delivery of the package and notice one of your neighbors waving at you from across the road, you smile say hello way back before closing the door. Shutting out that unexciting world, your neighbor thinking you respectable but little does she know about just how un-respectable you can be. You couldn’t help but wonder just for a moment about the neighbor and her sex life, exciting, dull maybe she doesn’t even get any, who knows and who cares, no vanilla sex for you today, no vanilla sex at all and that thought brings a smile back to your face.
By David Woodhead6 years ago in Filthy
Down with Anal
It was a perfect Sunday evening in summer when she did it to me. The thing I thought I’d never do. I was out drinking with friends in the beer garden of a local pub, and she just happened to be there too. We’d slept together a few times already by then, but it was nothing serious, just casual sex when we both fancied it. We flirted with each other outrageously all afternoon, and I guess we both fancied it that Sunday. As people began to leave, she invited me back to her place.
By Dark Cherry Collective6 years ago in Filthy
Haunted House On Vampire Lane
Do you believe in vampires? Would you believe that in this town that I live in has a street named Vampire Lane? With all the folk tale and myths about vampires, no one had ever thought of why they decided to name this street vampire lane. The community here and I had never even thought that it had to do with vampires. You figure they just name streets like any other street in any town. That it had nothing to do with an old abandoned house at the end of the road. We don't have much crime or a decrease in population. Yet here I am wandering down this road with my mind thinking of all the vampire movies. Is the folk tales true? To kill a vampire you have to stab them with a stake through the heart. Do they have a blood lust to survive throughout the ages? My mind wandered the possibilities as I approach the old weakened steps and rotten floorboards as I approach the old Victorian door.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
How To Get A Head In Business
Recently I had just got hired to work in a multi-billion dollar business. I never thought though that it would be because of my looks. I'm a five-foot eight-inch woman with big tits with a medium build. My hair is black and almost goes to the middle of my back. When I wear my heels, I overshadow most men who work at this conglomerate business. It's like the cloned all the seven dwarfs from Snow White and the Seven dwarfs into all the men here.
By Casey Keller6 years ago in Filthy
Pleasing to Please
I am laying on my stomach in bed, nude, my arms tucked under my chin and my legs together. I feel you behind me, running your hands down the backs of my calves. You kiss the back of my knees and down my right leg, biting at the insides of each ankle. You run the bridge of your nose down the sole of my right foot and then my left and kiss your way back up my left calf.
By Non-CompliantQT6 years ago in Filthy
The Wheelbarrow
I have had many experiences with my own race and nowadays, I would have to give a hard pass to anyone in my race, especially in a serious relationship. OK, OK hear me out first. My father used to own a restaurant for many years and having dealt with them for many years of my life, our characteristics just don’t seem to work well together. As you can tell, I’ve been around the block more often than I can remember (I know that’s pretty bad, but it is what it is at this point) and I blame it all on my daddy issues (LMFAO)! No but seriously, because of that family owned restaurant, I would say I could have filled up a whole “jar of fucks” from the amount of people I got physical with from that place alone. I swear it felt like the girls in our family were being pimped out when we were working there. Dad had a weird way of protecting us...
By Insatiable-ness6 years ago in Filthy
Romantic Sushi
A soft shimmer flares from a single candle which compliments the profound brown hue of his pupils. Two pints of frothy beers arrive, instantly staining the white tablecloth with a wet rim as they are placed before us. The waitress is dressed in a crisp, black, neatly-tucked dress shirt, and a thick velvet tie. She relays that she will return to take our order.
By Jose Antonio Soto6 years ago in Filthy
