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Bobby Beds Belinda
Bobby had known Belinda since grade school. They met at recess. She was swinging on the big swing in her pretty pink dress. She was singing “Every Rose has It’s Thorn” at the top of her lungs and swinging her legs. Her brown hair was flowing, and it captured his 9-year-old heart.
By Karen LaRue12 months ago in Filthy
She Just Can't Help Herself
She couldn’t stop thinking about it. All day every day. She wanted them all in her mouth. Until now all she had done was think. Her parents were strict and watched her like a hawk all through high school and college. She wasn’t allowed to date or be alone with boys ever. They treated her like a child sometimes. She still loved to dress in the fluffy pink outfits though. Mary Beth was hyper-feminine and proud of it. Always in make up, always dressed to the nines. Always just so cute.
By Karen LaRue12 months ago in Filthy
Layla Lays Down the Law
His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.
By Karen LaRue12 months ago in Filthy
Making Joan Moan
Joan knew that this was no normal Friday night. She had arranged everything in advance, she knew exactly what was going to happen. As she slipped her pink sundress over her head, she briefly considered going without panties but decided that excitement dripping down her legs on the way to up to the hotel room would draw a little bit too much attention. She put on just a touch of blush, some eye liner, and mascara before finishing up the look with a nice, neutral lip shade. She snapped a quick selfie before slipping on her flip flops and heading out the door. Tonight’s the night. Her fantasy is finally coming true.
By Karen LaRue12 months ago in Filthy
Mistress of the House Chapter One: A New House
“Haunted!” I laughed. “Who the hell still believes in ghosts?” I had bought a nice house in the country. It was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but close enough to the highways and other roads that I could get to work and back within a reasonable amount of time.
By Alexander Martin12 months ago in Filthy
Desert Whispers
The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a molten gold glow across the dunes that stretched endlessly before Ken and Emilia. They had arrived in the Arabian country of Al-Qasim just hours ago, their honeymoon unfolding like a dream woven from silk and spice. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of oud and jasmine, and the distant call to prayer echoed through the twilight, a haunting melody that seemed to serenade their arrival. Ken stood behind Emilia on the balcony of their private villa, his arms encircling her waist as they gazed out at the desert. Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze, brushing against his cheek, and he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to the curve of her neck.
By Great pleasureabout a year ago in Filthy
