Read Me Something Dirty
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   A girl is born wet, and her life will be in the practice of moaning out all her juices until she finds that one special orgasm she can claim as her own. To deny her that is a crime against nature for she is part of the whole and the unstoppable, she is the vessel for which sperm needs be planted, she is wanton flavor created to make orgasms a delicious moment suspended in bliss. She is clitoris, a goddess of Earth shattering results. She is labia minor, nearest where the rain forests lie to be plundered by one or many, or even in selfish times herself. She is the urethral sponge, the darkest place a hidden eruption can growl until released into fresh air to make the lungs heave a scream that pierces ears and makes another know they have made chaos calm.

   Stimulation, caressing, licks of wet tongues that search for her flavor through walls of flesh, interior and exterior. A girl doesn’t eat pussy, a girl swims inside juices she’s familiar with to explore possibilities only she could give herself through another female. Only a girl can taste the subtle differences in each new shudder a warm vagina offers her taste buds. Contractions hold the lungs from exhaling, convulsions make the lungs gasp. Only a girl can become more aroused on a sensory level than a male can ever hope to find while lapping the wet puddles swollen lips offer a very skilled yet discerning tongue.  

   The blood rushes and muscles become athletic. On the floor of the mouth of the one drinking in flavors kept moist and succulent until ripened by one who can smell the allure of fresh pussy while dining on the delicious offerings which secretes its aromatic vintage. A girl’s tongue manipulates the flesh, molds the flavor to suit her hunger and makes the open meal give her what she craves most of all, a new and unique flavor she can know as her own. The one muscle the oral cavity offers such sweet bliss can dive deep, lick in every crevice and suckle out the most delicate of nectar, the one snake a wet and very needy pussy will gyrate to as she envelopes her lover’s mouth with such suction as to make Dick jealous, and with hips moving back and forth as her ass arches higher, she will paint a face that overwhelms that which she holds dearest. 

   The face below, a sweet, teen age girl whose lust for female genitals make her submit to her own dirty thoughts. Mature and wet, Judith dances on her baby girl’s face and makes her mark of sweet aroma become that which makes her baby girl’s own slit part the seas and make way to find an orgasm all its own. Exposing the way to her urethra, exposing the way to making Ann grow and learn her lessons with a drenched smile. Uninhibited and without regard to what may be heard, two swim in one another until the rapture of the flood releases upon a girl who would soon be pure beast for the orgasm she laps and learns to worship like a wild night in a town that drips for the blue moon’s howls. Nerves explode like firecrackers bursting on a Chinese New Year, one by one in succession until there is nothing more than just one thundering explosion which wraps all small events into one magnificent and unholy groan. Not one, not two but as many as her baby girl can be blessed with and Ann does her best to adore the variety of scents each shudder her tongue makes her mommy deliver unto her open mouth. Licking, breathing, heart beats make lungs expand and pussy grows more animalistic. The moan of a baby girl licking triangular, crescental masses of erectile tissue makes Judith grind down to test the agile lips a sucking mouth Ann does have to make sure she can suckle much more than any male she has ever had could endure. To be washed away puddle after puddle at the gateway to the vagina, while trying to keep breathing in fresh air so Ann can lick all the rich pleasures Judith feeds her baby girl. Tongue licking lips aroused with such intense natural abilities they can’t stop quivering. The smell of pussy drowning out all other aromas, the basking in such deviant musk.

   From one to another they make waves their own feast. One after another in their own unique and different ways orgasms rise and fall then are called back to reject the past tides and accept the new rushes of blindingly intense rituals of clitoris and tongue, of fingers playing in a garden while a wet baby girl gives thanks to her mommy in a lewd fashion which would make the holy men stand still and stop breathing they cum.

   And they will cum again for they are female and born to make waves.

   Listen close and you’ll hear mommy’s pussy juices hit a pretty teen age girl’s face right before her baby girl licks harder, and without shame. Listen closely and you’ll hear pussy take over with a life all its won and a girl to make it take pleasure. 
Sir

   A girl is born wet, and her life will be in the practice of moaning out all her juices until she finds that one special orgasm she can claim as her own. To deny her that is a crime against nature for she is part of the whole and the unstoppable, she is the vessel for which sperm needs be planted, she is wanton flavor created to make orgasms a delicious moment suspended in bliss. She is clitoris, a goddess of Earth shattering results. She is labia minor, nearest where the rain forests lie to be plundered by one or many, or even in selfish times herself. She is the urethral sponge, the darkest place a hidden eruption can growl until released into fresh air to make the lungs heave a scream that pierces ears and makes another know they have made chaos calm.

   Stimulation, caressing, licks of wet tongues that search for her flavor through walls of flesh, interior and exterior. A girl doesn’t eat pussy, a girl swims inside juices she’s familiar with to explore possibilities only she could give herself through another female. Only a girl can taste the subtle differences in each new shudder a warm vagina offers her taste buds. Contractions hold the lungs from exhaling, convulsions make the lungs gasp. Only a girl can become more aroused on a sensory level than a male can ever hope to find while lapping the wet puddles swollen lips offer a very skilled yet discerning tongue.  

   The blood rushes and muscles become athletic. On the floor of the mouth of the one drinking in flavors kept moist and succulent until ripened by one who can smell the allure of fresh pussy while dining on the delicious offerings which secretes its aromatic vintage. A girl’s tongue manipulates the flesh, molds the flavor to suit her hunger and makes the open meal give her what she craves most of all, a new and unique flavor she can know as her own. The one muscle the oral cavity offers such sweet bliss can dive deep, lick in every crevice and suckle out the most delicate of nectar, the one snake a wet and very needy pussy will gyrate to as she envelopes her lover’s mouth with such suction as to make Dick jealous, and with hips moving back and forth as her ass arches higher, she will paint a face that overwhelms that which she holds dearest. 

   The face below, a sweet, teen age girl whose lust for female genitals make her submit to her own dirty thoughts. Mature and wet, Judith dances on her baby girl’s face and makes her mark of sweet aroma become that which makes her baby girl’s own slit part the seas and make way to find an orgasm all its own. Exposing the way to her urethra, exposing the way to making Ann grow and learn her lessons with a drenched smile. Uninhibited and without regard to what may be heard, two swim in one another until the rapture of the flood releases upon a girl who would soon be pure beast for the orgasm she laps and learns to worship like a wild night in a town that drips for the blue moon’s howls. Nerves explode like firecrackers bursting on a Chinese New Year, one by one in succession until there is nothing more than just one thundering explosion which wraps all small events into one magnificent and unholy groan. Not one, not two but as many as her baby girl can be blessed with and Ann does her best to adore the variety of scents each shudder her tongue makes her mommy deliver unto her open mouth. Licking, breathing, heart beats make lungs expand and pussy grows more animalistic. The moan of a baby girl licking triangular, crescental masses of erectile tissue makes Judith grind down to test the agile lips a sucking mouth Ann does have to make sure she can suckle much more than any male she has ever had could endure. To be washed away puddle after puddle at the gateway to the vagina, while trying to keep breathing in fresh air so Ann can lick all the rich pleasures Judith feeds her baby girl. Tongue licking lips aroused with such intense natural abilities they can’t stop quivering. The smell of pussy drowning out all other aromas, the basking in such deviant musk.

   From one to another they make waves their own feast. One after another in their own unique and different ways orgasms rise and fall then are called back to reject the past tides and accept the new rushes of blindingly intense rituals of clitoris and tongue, of fingers playing in a garden while a wet baby girl gives thanks to her mommy in a lewd fashion which would make the holy men stand still and stop breathing they cum.

   And they will cum again for they are female and born to make waves.

   Listen close and you’ll hear mommy’s pussy juices hit a pretty teen age girl’s face right before her baby girl licks harder, and without shame. Listen closely and you’ll hear pussy take over with a life all its won and a girl to make it take pleasure. 

Sir

Grimoire

spankingtheatre:

There’s something about bookshops, something inexplicable, something that ignites a throbbing almost primal desire to be dirty deep within me. It makes me want to wander and lose myself among those mazes of shelves, venturing further and further until I’m finally beyond the librarian-like scrutiny of the bookshop’s sentinels and the scratchy shuffling of its clientele.

Somewhere deep inside, I finally reach where I need to be. Impetuously, I sweep the shelf clear of its books. Dickens, Poe, James, Proust. Over the years the worthy words of all the greats have fallen open around my ankles. The smell of musty paper wafts from the open volumes. I inhale it deeply, closing my eyes, imagining the words condensing in my lungs.

And then a hand pushes into the small of my back, bending me over the denuded shelf, so my head and arms protrude into the adjacent aisle. I let my hands dangle, caressing the books in the shelves below me, the worn leather of antique books rough beneath my fingertips.

Moments later, the hem of my skirt is hitched above my waist. Instinctively I reach back to resist, but my arms are blocked by the bookshelves. Someone drags my panties down to my ankles and over my shoes, the sticky garment wantonly discarded on top of an open page of some literary masterpiece. A hand slaps my bum, hard, then pulls my legs apart, exploring the warm wet crevice in between.

And then I am thoroughly violated, right there in the aisle, deep within this maze of books. Just far enough away from prying eyes - yet so close to getting caught. Another stinging smack to my bum echoes around the bookshelves. The sound of my spanking might yet betray us, but that just adds to my excitement. My nostrils fill with the intoxicating scent of vintage books, mixed with the smell of sex and sweat.

That’s what I see when I pass by a bookshop, not a sophisticated repository of humanity’s collected brilliance, but the prospect of another musky-smelling carnal den, hidden somewhere deep within its paper labyrinth. A bookshop is somewhere to get lost, a place to discover nooks where one might be secretly disgraceful, observed only by the disapproving spines of the masters’ books.

And now, I’m standing all alone in a bookshop.

And I can hear my heartbeat in my ears…

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Daughter’s Friend

foulfoulstories:

This would be the problem with ‘abortive’ stories. They get written in chunks as and when I feel like it, usually being abandonned. Sometimes you get something approaching an encapsulated, useful piece of narrative. Most times, not.

This is from a long, long, LONG rambling story involving a mind controlling shop that sells ambiguous products. The setup is largely unimportant - beyond the mind control - as it is only there to serve up vignettes such as this one.

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A Sister and a CD #1

foulfoulstories:

Oh look, it’s Jade and her Brother again. I suppose they could be called ‘recurring characters’; different time, different place - that sort of thing.

Spoiler: sex is involved. Mind control too, again.

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I checked my phone to make sure it was around 8:30 before I started to get ready. He got off work at 9, and I had exactly 45 minutes to make tonight amazing for him. I went to his closet and took out one of his shirt and laid it on the couch and then went to my other bag to get out the black lace lingerie that I had bought that day just for the occasion. Checking my Wal-Mart bag again for my socks I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before he got home. After about ten minutes I got out and put on the lingerie and went back to the living room and put on his shirt over it. Luckily, the shirt was big enough to cover everything. I took the socks out of my other bag and put them on, double checking that they were the right kind of socks, and then I went to the bathroom to fix my hair into pigtails. They weren’t extremely long, but they were long enough. I looked over myself in the mirror and smiled, I knew he’d love it. I text him around 9 to make sure that he was on schedule that I had a surprise for him.

Sitting on the couch, cross legged, I waited for him to come home. He walked in the door right when I expected him to, and he didn’t notice me sitting there. “Baby, I’m back.” He called, not realizing I was sitting right in front of him. I stood up and walked over to him and bit my lip as he slowly looked me up and down and tried not to drool.

“Welcome home, daddy.” I said in an innocent tone as I kissed him softly and stepped back. His jaw dropped and it took him a second before he could say anything.

“What’s this for?” He stammered out after a few seconds. I just smiled and took his hand and led him to the couch and lightly pushed him onto it. I straddled him and left a trail of kisses from his lips to his ear.

“You’ve been working so hard, you need to relax, daddy.” I whispered as I traced my tongue along his ear and kissed him on the lip again. I could feel him getting hard underneath me and I smiled against his lips as he placed his hands on my thighs and he kissed me back. I pulled away and wrapped my arms around his neck and started to grind against him over his pants. He moaned a little and his hands slid from my thighs to my ass, but stopped when he felt that lacy fabric covering it.

He slowly lifted my shirt from over my head and I watched his eyes trace every curve of my body in my lingerie. “That’s new.” He said quietly. I nodded my head and took his hands and put them on my boobs as I went back to grinding on him. He reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled and kissed me as he used his other hand to massage my boob. I felt him get harder and I stopped grinding and stood up and took off my bra, which I guess really wasn’t a bra, more like a piece of lace held together with thread.

I walked to the kitchen, looking over my shoulder at him watching him watch my ass as I moved, and went into the fridge and pulled out some whipped cream. I put it behind my back and took a deep breath as I walked back over to him and stood in front of him. He watched as I pulled the can from behind my back and smirked when he realized what was about to happen. I straddled him again and handed him the can.

He removed the cap from the can and smiled at me as he pointed the can towards my chest and sprayed a little on my boobs. I shivered at the coolness, but smiled as he leaned in and licked the whipped cream off my chest. I arched my back and moaned as he slowly traced his tongue around my chest. He licked his way up my neck to my ear and gently sucked on my earlobe. I moaned again and got off of his lap and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and took the whipped cream from him.

I sprayed some on the tip of his dick and looked up at him as I licked the whipped cream off of his tip, wrapping my hand around his cock in the process and started pumping it for him. Once all the whipped cream was gone, I placed my mouth over the tip and slowly started bobbing my head as I pumped him faster. I took more of him into my mouth and moved my hands to his thighs and started to massage his thighs. He leaned his head back against the couch. I started to deepthroat him and I heard his breathing became shallow and he moaned a little as I pulled my head back off his dick, flicked my tongue over the tip, blew a little, and went back to deepthroating.

He watched me as I repeated this a few times before I felt him tense up in my mouth. I quickly popped my head off his dick and teased his tip. I raised myself up a little and made sure that when he came, he came on my chest. I bit my lip and used my finger to collect his cum off my chest and I slowly licked it off my finger and looked at him innocently.

"You made a mess, daddy." I said, pushing my boobs together with my arms. He nodded as he tried to steady his breathing. I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before I went back to the living room and moved to the armchair across from the couch. I bent myself over the arm of the chair and slowly pulled my panties down from over my ass and swayed my hips a little before I looked over at him. He was watching me intently, and sat up a bit more when he saw me move my hand between my legs. I spread my legs and slowly slipped a finger inside of me and started to pleasure myself with him watching.

I moaned and he bit his lip as he watched. “Does that feel good, baby?” He asked as I started to move my hips in the same motion that my finger was doing. I nodded and he stood up and came up behind me. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He said as he moved my hand and rubbed his cock against my throbbing opening. I moaned and arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him. He ran his hand up my thigh to my ass and spanked me hard.

"Fuck me, daddy." I moaned. He smiled as he pushed his way inside of me. I could feel him throbbing inside of me while caused me to moan his name. He pulled himself back and pushed himself back inside of me slowly causing me to arch my back more and lay my head against the cushion of the chair. He fucked me hard and slow, each thrust deeper than the last. I could feel my body tensing up and he pulled out of me and sat down in the arm chair. I stood up and straddled him, bottoming out on his cock. He kissed me softly as he put his hands on my hips as I started to ride him. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he moaned as I started to ride him harder. He pulled back and watched me bounce up and down on his dick and watched my body vibrate on top of him.

His hands went around to my ass and he squeezed both of my cheeks causing me to ride him faster. He leaned his head back against the chair and moaned my name as I continued to bottom out on his dick. I felt him tense up underneath me as I slowly moved myself off of his dick and then slowly lowered myself back down onto him. I did this again and again and again as my back arched and I started tensing up too. I thrust him inside of me and we both came as the same time. We sat in the chair catching our breath for a good ten minutes before anything was said.

He kissed me softly and looked me in the eye. “Damn, baby.”

I laughed a little and smiled. “I’m glad you liked it, baby.” I kissed him again and he out his hand on my neck and pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. We stayed in that position for about an hour, just talking and sharing kisses when needed. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where he laid me down and went to go get my shirt from the living room. He came back and dressed me and crawled In bed behind me and I fell asleep with my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

   Dorothy’s panties would moisten when she heard My voice. It gave her hope that her devotion to the unholy orgasm would find releases perverse. Dorothy is known by other names which others call when they need her, but she preferred to hear the sound of My voice telling her its time to leave her space and float in Mine. Dorothy was very good at all she did but I made her an even better piece of prime real estate when swimming seeds of pure protein could find their way into holes dripping wet. Under foot was a male she began to despise for being such a failure at everything he did, especially when it came to the bedroom. Under foot was a worthless, limp, and quite foul being who had finally learned what it was to be kept in place.

   Dorothy has a fine imagination which she colors in the prettiest of layers in her sensually aggressive attire. It takes a girl time to dress, to make herself look like the most desired flower in the garden, to show her valley is soaking wet from rivers of want that never found a dam. Lace licks her supple breasts with each step she takes and she loves the way it kisses her nipples. A slip to hide her bra, another article of clothing to be torn off when the heat rises. Panties which are so sheer one can taste her nectar through the fine silk strands which have been woven in the softest way. Panties he will only see when he washes them by hand the night after she makes them messy. Dorothy loves the variations of shades of the rainbows hose offers, and she adorns her long legs with the most delicious of hues to show Me how hot she burns, or how bad she’s been. It takes a girl time to dress, and she wants that time well spent. Dorothy demands much more than just ten minutes, she wants all night long.

   You can almost hear him whimper now as she offers the collar. You can almost feel his heart race as she makes him see his future, one he can’t handle yet one he can’t live without. A collar he’ll wear always, like the bands exchanged when Dorothy wore all white and expected a Man. Now Dorothy understands she has nothing more than a puppy, and from this moment on the dog will be useful. But then again, Dorothy has a sex life now. Fingers are replaced by Dick she’s not married to. The want of being filled has been replaced by the sensations of hurt which make her cum harder than when she gave birth. Dorothy’s bed now smells of prey being consumed, the stale air has been swept away because Dorothy has now come home. In the music of orgasmic Black and white.

   Its time for you to collar your dog. Its time for you to find bliss in the want of a Man. Its time for you to forsake all that was said at the altar of forever, the contract which said “in sickness and in health…”, but never said that a girl should whither because her male can’t get it up long enough to make a girl soar. The male you married doesn’t live up to the obligations the marriage bed demands. A small cage in the basement with a bowl for water and a bowl for food is all he deserves.

   Dorothy gets off knowing she can make her nasty little bitch bark and wag its tail on command. Dorothy has found a reason to hurt the very thing which she wanted to love and I allow her to grow in this depraved union between herself and the dog she keeps under foot. A girl just wants to be devious. And look pretty being bad.

Sir
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   Dorothy’s panties would moisten when she heard My voice. It gave her hope that her devotion to the unholy orgasm would find releases perverse. Dorothy is known by other names which others call when they need her, but she preferred to hear the sound of My voice telling her its time to leave her space and float in Mine. Dorothy was very good at all she did but I made her an even better piece of prime real estate when swimming seeds of pure protein could find their way into holes dripping wet. Under foot was a male she began to despise for being such a failure at everything he did, especially when it came to the bedroom. Under foot was a worthless, limp, and quite foul being who had finally learned what it was to be kept in place.

   Dorothy has a fine imagination which she colors in the prettiest of layers in her sensually aggressive attire. It takes a girl time to dress, to make herself look like the most desired flower in the garden, to show her valley is soaking wet from rivers of want that never found a dam. Lace licks her supple breasts with each step she takes and she loves the way it kisses her nipples. A slip to hide her bra, another article of clothing to be torn off when the heat rises. Panties which are so sheer one can taste her nectar through the fine silk strands which have been woven in the softest way. Panties he will only see when he washes them by hand the night after she makes them messy. Dorothy loves the variations of shades of the rainbows hose offers, and she adorns her long legs with the most delicious of hues to show Me how hot she burns, or how bad she’s been. It takes a girl time to dress, and she wants that time well spent. Dorothy demands much more than just ten minutes, she wants all night long.

   You can almost hear him whimper now as she offers the collar. You can almost feel his heart race as she makes him see his future, one he can’t handle yet one he can’t live without. A collar he’ll wear always, like the bands exchanged when Dorothy wore all white and expected a Man. Now Dorothy understands she has nothing more than a puppy, and from this moment on the dog will be useful. But then again, Dorothy has a sex life now. Fingers are replaced by Dick she’s not married to. The want of being filled has been replaced by the sensations of hurt which make her cum harder than when she gave birth. Dorothy’s bed now smells of prey being consumed, the stale air has been swept away because Dorothy has now come home. In the music of orgasmic Black and white.

   Its time for you to collar your dog. Its time for you to find bliss in the want of a Man. Its time for you to forsake all that was said at the altar of forever, the contract which said “in sickness and in health…”, but never said that a girl should whither because her male can’t get it up long enough to make a girl soar. The male you married doesn’t live up to the obligations the marriage bed demands. A small cage in the basement with a bowl for water and a bowl for food is all he deserves.

   Dorothy gets off knowing she can make her nasty little bitch bark and wag its tail on command. Dorothy has found a reason to hurt the very thing which she wanted to love and I allow her to grow in this depraved union between herself and the dog she keeps under foot. A girl just wants to be devious. And look pretty being bad.

Sir

http://sinsofasouthernbelle.blogspot.com

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Thanksgiving

edohio753:

Becky and her father were having a quiet Thanksgiving this year. Her mother had left the family last year and their other relatives lived far away. Her Dad still wanted to make it special so he said it would be a formal dinner they both would dress up and he was having some fancy restaurant…

Kid Sister

edohio753:

Luke had lived away for a few years just getting his head straight after he graduated from high school. By the time he was 20 he moved back to the area in Kentucky where his parents lived. It was awkward reconnecting with his folks but his little sister Jenna was the hardest. She was just 14 when…

Daddy’s Slutty Daughter: Part 1

Story: The Bimbofication of Patricia

bimbocandy:

imageBy Bimbo Candy, 2011

"We need to talk." That’s a text no one wants to get from their boyfriend of four months. And Patricia was expecting the worst when she stepped into her boyfriend Mark’s apartment. She found him on the couch, a manila folder lying next to him.

"Hi honey, I found these," he said, handing her the folder.

She opened it, and was greeted by a picture of a topless girl smiling back at her. The girl, who was blonde, had taken a picture of herself with her phone in the mirror. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that whoever she had sent that picture to might put it online, where strangers could drool over her. The girl had a vacant expression on her face, made worse by her silly “kissy lips” pose. She had a fake-looking tan, and clearly had implants, judging from the size and firmness of her boobs. In short, a typical bimbo.

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