Make me dirty

Her hardened and swollen clit felt like a large pebble as he thrust his pelvis into hers.

shovel
 
As their glistening bodies came together at last, he could feel her pebble sized clit harden and grow in reponse to his pelvic thrusts.

Her hardened and swollen clit felt like a large pebble as he thrust his pelvis into hers.

shovel

You were supposed to use palaeography in a dirty way, and then offer your own for the next poster.
 
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Her hardened and swollen clit felt like a large pebble as he thrust his pelvis into hers.

shovel

As their glistening bodies came together at last, he could feel her pebble sized clit harden and grow in reponse to his pelvic thrusts.

his tender touch resulted in her clit becoming as hard as a pebble


Obsessed with the microlithic simile, are we? You might find other pebblophiliacs at Fetish and Sexuality Central...:rolleyes:
 
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Obsessed with the microlithic simile, are we? You might find other pebblophiliacs at Fetish and Sexuality Central...:rolleyes:
Now THAT would be an interesting fetish to have!
Going from the last discernable point....

Turning her over so she lay on her stomach, he thrust the shovel's handleless end deep into her tender pink pussy.

Bowl.
 
Bowl

Inspired by an ancient Roman oil lamp, he filled his girlfriend's pussy with broth and slurped his dinner noisly from this living soup bowl.

monotreme
 
Bowl

Inspired by an ancient Roman oil lamp, he filled his girlfriend's pussy with broth and slurped his dinner noisly from this living soup bowl.

monotreme


She was nearly frightened when he released his narrow, monotreme like tongue from his mouth and licked her swollen lips from across the room.

Psalm
 
She was nearly frightened when he released his narrow, monotreme like tongue from his mouth and licked her swollen lips from across the room.

Psalm

Faced with an insistent seductress, the seminarian recited Psalm after Psalm in a vain effort to forestall temptation.

lemma
 
lemma

"I like the heading of your theories," said the mature professor as she wrapped her hands and bounteous breast about the student's rapidly hardening member and gazed into his eyes. "Lemma entertain you."

ablution
 
ablution

Never had she felt this way, the power and intensity of her orgasm was like an ablution of her inner being, firing her senses to heights never even dreamed about



1st post on this thread, but looks like fun, also had to look up what the word ment ><


My word

Compartment
 
The condensation on the window pane flared and receded with her ragged breath as he took her roughly from behind, thrusting into her in rhythm with the rocking of the train compartment.


metronome
 
metronome

The ecstasy of their thrusts and pounding, as though a metronme was in the room, was in rhythm to their unquenchable need and want for one another.


ethereal
 
ethereal

As his tongue and lips playedon her clit, her moans and sighs rose in arpeggios of ethereal tones and undertones.

semipalmate
 
When the savage removed his moccasins, the anthropologist noted with interest that his feet were semipalmate. She bent down to examine his feet more closely. She could see intricate veins in the flaps of skin between his toes. As she pondered the significance of that, something warm and velvety bumped against her forehead. She flushed when she realised that it was his cock, large, blue and extremely erect. "Suck," he grunted gutturally.

interlocutory
 
interlocutory

Between the solicitation and the consummation fell the interlocutory cease and desist order, and the frustrated husband left the brothel bemoaning the fact that he had married a clever barrister.

hymenoptera
 
Hymenoptera

Grinning malevolently, the collector stood back to view his masterpiece. From the corset, tight enough to restrict her breathing, down to his custom-made 'stinger', proudly jutting from her tight ring. She was perfect. The thin membrane binding her to the upright frame looked much like the double wings of the hymenoptera. Violently twisting a nipple, his wasp struggled for freedom.

(This is my first foray into filth AND writing so I do apologise if my inexperience shows!)

Spongiform
 
She glanced shyly from the sleek and slender, pink shaft up into his dark eyes. His hand brushed lightly against hers as he slid the last battery across the counter into her waiting hand. A wave of tingles washed over her, rushing down to her aching pussy.

"Enjoy." His deep voice said as his large hand caught hers before she could pull it away.

"Thanks." She said softly. Still holding her hand, he tugged her closer.

"Do you know how to use that?" His other hand pointed to the brown paper bag.

"Um, I think I can figure it out." A blush appeared on her cheeks, spreading down her neck. From his angle he had a nice view down her tank-top and could see the flush of pink blooming on the tops of her breasts.

"If you need a demonstration..." He winked. She gulped and fled the store, embarrassed, and excited. He grinned at her young retreating form as he stroked himself through his jeans.

Ephemeroptera
 
Standing within the immaculately sterile confines of the small office, I was listening to an incredibly tedious and complex explanation on Mayflies or in the scientific and clinical mumbo-jumbo that was being rapidly fired in my direction; an ephemeroptera.

"...the larvae, or more commonly referred to as naiad, can up live to a year in freshwater. Unfortunately though the adults usually only live long enough to mate, as depending on the branch of the ephemeroptera, their lifespan consist of less than twenty-four hours..."

As one may be inclined to ask, why was I subjecting myself to this manner of torture?

The answer would be in the form of Varson Museum' very own Professor; she wasn't what you would expect.

The rather tall stature of the woman did nothing to detract from the luscious curves barely hidden under the startling white of her lab-coat, in all actuality if you combined this with the rich mocha tone of her skin; it only served to accentuate her features. With sophisticated glasses upon an equally regal nose, high-cheekbones that belay her European descent, silky jet-black hair to match, full pouting lips and eye's the color of glittering emeralds.

Professor Arianna Reyes was definitely another level.

Fantasies came unbidden in my mind as I began to observe her, allowing the sensuous timbre of her voice wash over me...

'I didn't even realize how close she had permitted herself within my personal space, but there she was, her hauntingly gorgeous features
were but a hairsbreadth from my own.

An intense shiver was pulled from within my very being as I felt a warm yet demanding hand suddenly in between my thighs. The the addition of a silken tongue gliding against the tip of my ear, instantly sent the blood rushing to my temple, and as I'd been leaning on the rustic walls; I was pressed roughly back against it.

"I suppose this is more exciting?" She growled against the side of my face.

Just before her hand began the firm and jolting moment that drove me to the heights or ecstasy in that one touch...'


"Reo..."

It took quite an herculean effort not to moan then and there.

That is until I came back to myself and looked back across the room to the curious that I had just been fantasizing about...


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Well, I certainly got carried away didn't I...*laughs*

My word though...

Aristulate
 
Chests rising and falling in time, they pant and gasp to sensibility. In excitement-slicked fingertips, he plucks an example from the grass they lay on and holds it up delicately in front of her, as her fingertips roam freely in the soft hairs of his neatly clipped beard. "And this?" he asks.

"Sweet smother grass," she replies, eyes flashing playfully. This was how they'd started and look at where they'd ended up. She gathered up her clothes, tossing his back onto him as they lay in the sun. "Incomplete lemma," she continued, "shortly awned or aristulate. Introduced to Australia and naturalized a little ways north of here."

"I never thought I'd enjoy botany quite this much."

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[Yeah, I couldn't figure out a one-liner for aristulate.]

Dappled.
 
She tensed when he slid her skirt off her thighs, revealing the dappled patchwork of ugly red blotches, legacy of a nasty childhood accident. She had long grown used to them herself, but she also knew from past experience that her disfigurement was repulsive to others. "When I was a child, I-"

He leaned forward and kissed her in mid-sentence, cutting her off. "You," he said, "are beautiful." Underling his words she felt his fingers running lightly over the blotches, caressing scar and skin alike. "All of you." The hard bulge pressed against the side of her thighs told her that he was not lying.

dirigible
 
dirigible

Caught in his fantasy of captaining an airship in the 1920s, he focused on his girlfriend's legs and commanded, "Open your hangar doors to receive my dirigible." His partner, however, could only conclude he had a highly inflated opinion of himself.


perfoliate
 
Perfoliate ...


"He slid her panties down past her knees to her ankles. She freed her legs from them as he pushed her thighs apart. He brought his face closer to smell the aroma of her wetness and began licking her clit and her perfoliate lips."


Next word: Commentary
 
Perfoliate ...


"He slid her panties down past her knees to her ankles. She freed her legs from them as he pushed her thighs apart. He brought his face closer to smell the aroma of her wetness and began licking her clit and her perfoliate lips."


Next word: Commentary

There was only room for one of them to see through the knothole in the wall as the twins' mother went down on their father in the next room, but based on Roland's running commentary, Trisha had a reasonable idea of what was happening and, kneeling in front of her brother, she tried to emulate her mother's actions to the best of her abilities.

Next word: Particulate
 
There was only room for one of them to see through the knothole in the wall as the twins' mother went down on their father in the next room, but based on Roland's running commentary, Trisha had a reasonable idea of what was happening and, kneeling in front of her brother, she tried to emulate her mother's actions to the best of her abilities.

Next word: Particulate

Surprised by Roland's sudden eruption, Trisha drew sharply back, and her twin's next spurt landed in her eye. "That's odd," she said, "I'd always thought semen was a liquid, but now I see that it's actually particulate in nature."


festoonery
 
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