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Dinner, Chapter 6
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
Mercedes ChanttooPublished 11 days ago in FilthyDILF Stuffs His Daughter's Friend
Walking across the bed until she reaches me, she lowers herself onto it and subtly moves closer. “To tell you the truth, Mr. Heff, I dig this new look on you; t-shirt and nothing else is smoking hot — as long as none of my friends see it!”
Ted's TalesPublished 12 days ago in FilthyMILF Enjoys Younger Stud's 8" Rod
They stumbled out into the warm summer night, unable to wait until they got home to partake in intense kissing, while those passing by took note of the salt-and-pepper haired woman and the young man. Once they arrived at Louise’s home, they rushed to the bedroom, undressing each other like voracious animals. The older woman gasped as Ethan pulled down her leggings, skirt and panties all at once, revealing her large, thick thighs. The 19-year-old wasted no time burying his face between his lover’s legs, licking and sucking on her pussy. His tongue sent waves of pleasure through her body, Louise fisting her hands in his hair as her legs trembled with delight.
Ted's TalesPublished 12 days ago in FilthyDinner, Chapter 5
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
Mercedes ChanttooPublished 13 days ago in FilthyHotwife: Our Erotic Vacation Part 3
After our first full day on the cruise, I had no idea what to expect in the next few days. Already, I had been eaten out by Carl, played in the pool with Steve and Duke, and then enjoyed a night of passion with Ray. I wasn't sure I could even orgasm anymore after all of the releases in less than 24 hours. But I was willing to explore the options.
Skylar QuinnPublished 14 days ago in FilthyHotwife: Our Erotic Vacation Part 2
Ray and I had finished the captain’s message and found our room. It was a balcony suite with a large bed, full bathroom, beautiful view, and a good-sized sitting room. We had unpacked our suitcases; we were on a six-day cruise, so there was no need to live out of a packed bag the whole time.
Skylar QuinnPublished 14 days ago in FilthyHotwife: Our Erotic Vacation - Part 1
"Deb, did you find our tickets yet?" Ray asked me from the office. "Yeah, last night, we left them in the planner." I walked into the room holding both of our boarding passes for the cruise we were taking tomorrow.
Skylar QuinnPublished 14 days ago in FilthyDinner, Chapter 4
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
Mercedes ChanttooPublished 16 days ago in FilthyDirty Diary Entries (Rolando POV)
Time: Unknown, Modern fantasy Fiction, Location: Astral planes, shadow domain. Rolando stood by the portal back to the mortal realm, having seen his lover off. A draining sensation down in the core of his being occurred as they faded from the shadow realm, leaving him feeling cold and empty. How many times as he walked the beauty that consumed his every thought to the portal only to watch instead of screaming for his other half to stay? How many nights has he not been able to rest due to his every emotion swirling at the loss of his lover's touch?
JadedPleasuresPublished 17 days ago in FilthyDinner, Chapter 3
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
Mercedes ChanttooPublished 17 days ago in FilthyWater and Love pt.1
She gasped and took a deep breath. His hand was wrapped in her ponytail and held firm. Water dripping from her hair and off his hand like a wet cloth being rinsed.
Dirty Diary Side Entries
I am standing on the rooftop of a tall building. Loud music is playing through my headphones while dark clouds fill the sky. I scream as the song reaches its peak, releasing my emotions. A bolt of lightning strikes through the clouds, illuminating a tower on the horizon, drawing in the lightning. As I dance and shout the lyrics, rain starts to pour down. I am dancing on the edge of the building, lost in the moment. The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance. My thoughts are consumed with my emotions as the rain falls around me. People below me may not understand why I am dancing so close to the edge of the building as the music reaches the chorus. I let out a scream to release my anguish, coupled with a flash of lightning striking through the clouds and large droplets of rain falling from the sky as I shout the lyrics from my high-up position. As the beat picks up again, my body moves to the sound as I dance on the edge of the tall building, unaware of the spectacle I have created for myself. My thoughts are distressingly involved with my emotions as the rain falls around me, with occasional lightning flashes and thunderclaps.
JadedPleasuresPublished 20 days ago in Filthy