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Not Safe For Work. From analyses of fantasies to erotic fiction, this is content you don't want your boss to catch you reading.

This Slut's Going Nuts
The last blow job I gave (before Covid) was in early February 2020. He was the one and only worthwhile match I had on the Hinge app in the four months for which I paid premium membership. Hinge, for me, sucked big donkey balls. Lots of 'likes', most of whom weren’t even remotely my type but not a whole lot of tempting choices. Of course, I tend to be shallow and use the Hookup Loophole (which states that guys who normally wouldn't give me the time of day, can be mine for the duration of said hook up) to “date” out of my league. But that’s another story.
By Elle 4 years ago in Filthy
To Celebrate Steak And Blow Job Day Or Not To Celebrate
The humorous side of the day will show your sense of humor. And, if you and he are a happy couple, celebrate! On March 14th, we have two notable events to commemorate and celebrate. With all due respect to Pi Day, I’m not referring to the math-minded holiday. I’m referring to the other chance to celebrate that makes the day special.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Filthy
Rushes
I first met Cheryl when she worked for an Advertising Agency. She was a young PA, I was a younger Assistant Editor, so that made her a client. We would brush into each other at screenings, industry award shows, occasionally in an editing suite during the post production of television commercials. There was no not noticing her. She was a tall woman. Very long legs obscured by the knee length skirt of her power business suit. Usually orange, coral, or sometimes full tilt red. Being a suit, that meant a blouse and jacket were part of the regalia. But even that never camouflaged the imposing and bountiful breasts she was packing under sturdy shoulders that needed no shoulder pads to enhance. A few upper blouse buttons left undone teased the serious cleavage she wanted to tease. Probably not to tease me, but a perk of doing a project with her agency.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Spellbound
When I think of wasted moments- they are moments without you. We both have lives that demand our attention, jobs and obligations, things that have to come first. They are things we have to do but they are moments away from you. Tu me manques..I am missing from you, you are missing from me.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Filthy
What Happens in the Dark
To this day, I could never figure out what it was about her. I had dropped so many panties in my years but they were all coming off of a petite ass. Bigger women just never did it for me. Yet my eyes could never roam her full size body without her catching me. For such a voluptuous woman she carried herself like Miss America. I couldn't approach her because I was letting a hoe suck my dick on the shift before mine and I don't fuck more than 1 woman at my job at the same time. This Queen was definitely wife material the way she dressed and her scent lingered. Even if I didn't fool around, I had a girlfriend that I had been with for 3 years and couldn't dump her based on fantasies. All of that didn’t stop me from enjoying the dirty thoughts I had about those thick thighs and her round ass that switched when she rushed to clock in every evening.
By Goldee Gee4 years ago in Filthy
Jogging exhibitionist
“Thank the rules of thermodynamics,” you say slumping into the stiff chair in your works break room. Lunch had finally been called, not an end to the day but a much needed break. You let gravity stretch your legs as you took out your sandwich, taking bites while pulling your phone from your pocket.
By JR Stine4 years ago in Filthy
Garret's Feast
2057 came and went, and for Garrett G’Zorath it seemed like 2058 would be no different. Another year of high school, which was its own unique brand of Hell, another year of looking at her…and not being able to do anything about it. Earth had finally managed to contact other worlds, for good and for ill. For all the technological advancements that the denizens of the Third Planet from the Sun had bestowed upon them had come with a variety of price tags. Some aliens had only asked for a simple thank you in response for their kindness, or a place to stay, or even some of its resources to aid their planets…and some like Garrett’s people wound up making an old episode of The Twilight Zone a reality.
By Mister Zulu4 years ago in Filthy
Getting Railed by a Coworker
Preston and I had worked together for almost three years. He looked like a movie star with his suits that fit perfectly, the shades he wore every day, and the sandy brown beard that managed not to hide his chiseled face. Tall and lean, his body cut perfectly, he commanded the room as soon as he walked in. He did not belong behind a desk in an insurance agency. He belonged on a movie set or at a photo shoot. He knew how to carry himself so that the tattoos climbing above his collar on his neck and reaching out of his sleeves on the backs of his hands only added a little extra spice to his look.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy
Ginger Chunks
Ginger Chunks was ready for this holiday party. Her long red hair was silky and immaculately placed in such a way as to perfectly frame the vast expanses of cleavage. Highlighting boob where she had lovingly applied her foundation make-up well beyond what should be considered proper exposure for a company party. That vast area of alabaster curvy white flesh, hugged by astounding red hair, only interrupted by equally shocking red lips and green cat eyes. She was abundance personified and displayed for effect. In January she would be “Sadie Sadie, old married lady”. This night would be the final act in her long holiday tradition of being the effervescent and wild Ginger Chunks. “Look out men, cause I’m coming to get ya.” she cooed softly to herself. Her red lips spread lasciviously at the thought. She had her list and she was checking it twice. All these men would be naughty on this winter’s night.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy
Why I Became a Slut
I met my first husband in high school. I lost my virginity to him in the front seat of his Blazer down at the park on the way home from a date one night. It wasn’t quite the way I had imagined my first time – rose pedals on the bed, soft kisses in the golden light of a Sunday afternoon spilling over us through sheer curtains, gentle, caring, both us getting pleasure from it, feeling loved. It was quick, rushed, almost like he was trying to see if he could get away with it. Afterwards, he dropped me off with a kiss on the cheek, backing out of the driveway before I even had the door to my parents’ house open.
By Samantha Willows4 years ago in Filthy
The Beasts
The air's, icy breath cascades down the side of the rocky face, biting the edges of my cheeks and tearing at my ears. My hands, even gloved, can barely move, and my legs stiffen under the weight of the frigid atmosphere. The lungs, heaving in my chest, are close to popping under the pressure. I cannot breathe.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Filthy
Thanksgiving
Rene and I spent a great holiday weekend together. I could tell she was burned out from university. I hope after this weekend she is not burned out from me. We were at each other like the two healthy nineteen-year-old animals we are. For a change Rene was as hungry as I. I liked it. That pursued damsel giving in to her boyfriend’s base desires can get old.
By Pete Symes4 years ago in Filthy