Folkz®️🇺🇸

My life, my rules. Just a human putting feelings into words and living life on his own terms a storyteller.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

Late-Night Drive-Thru and She Ended Up With Her Skirt Up in My Backseat

I hit the window around 1 a.m., just me and a half-empty parking lot. She leaned out in that tight uniform polo, hair pulled back, looking tired but still pretty. “What can I get you?”

“Number three, extra sauce. And… you free after this?” I said it half-joking, half-not.

She glanced at the clock, then back at me. “My shift ends in ten. Pull around back by the dumpsters.”

I did. She came out a few minutes later, still in the skirt and polo, and climbed straight into the passenger seat. No small talk. I leaned over, kissed her, and she was already breathing hard. I pushed the seat back and got her to lay down across it, feet up on the dash. Skirt was easy to shove up. She wasn’t wearing anything under it.

I got between her legs right there in the front seat and went down on her. She tasted like she was already wet, and I just licked her slow at first, tongue flat against her clit, then sucked it while I slid two fingers in. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me closer, one heel digging into my shoulder. “Fuck, right there don’t stop.” I kept going until her thighs started shaking and she came with this low, shaky moan, grinding against my mouth.

After she caught her breath she climbed over the console into the backseat and pulled me with her. I got my pants down just enough, she spread her legs, and I pushed inside her. She was still soaked from my mouth. We fucked messy and quick her back against the door, one leg hooked over my hip, me thrusting hard while the car rocked. She kept whispering “yes, fuck me” until I couldn’t hold it anymore and came deep inside her.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing, then she sat up, fixed her skirt, and checked her phone. “Gotta go clock out. Same time tomorrow if you’re around.” She got out, smoothed her hair, and walked back toward the lights like nothing happened.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

We Were Alone in the House

Our parents had driven out of town for the weekend, leaving the house empty and quiet. It was late afternoon when my cousin showed up. She’d been staying with us for a few days while her folks were dealing with something back home. We’d always been close, but lately the way she looked at me felt different longer, heavier.
She was in the kitchen in one of my old T-shirts and a pair of short cotton shorts, barefoot, drinking water straight from the bottle. I came in from the backyard and stopped in the doorway. The shirt was thin and hit high on her thighs. She glanced over and didn’t look away.

“You’re staring,” she said.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” I answered.
She set the bottle down and walked over. Close enough that I could smell the soap on her skin. She tilted her head. “So take it off me.”

I did. I grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were full, nipples already tight. I dropped the shirt and kissed her hard, walking her backward until her ass hit the counter. My hands went straight to her shorts, shoving them and her panties down her legs in one motion. She kicked them off and hopped up onto the counter, legs spreading for me without being asked.

I dropped to my knees and put my mouth on her. She was already wet slick and hot when my tongue dragged through her pussy. I licked her open, sucked her clit, then pushed two fingers inside and fucked her with them while I kept my mouth on her. She grabbed my hair and rocked against my face, thighs shaking, moaning loud in the empty house. She came fast, hips jerking, flooding my tongue.

I stood up, shoved my jeans down, and lined my cock up. She was still pulsing when I pushed inside her tight, soaked, gripping me the whole way. I held her hips and started fucking her hard, deep strokes that made the counter creak. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in tighter, nails digging into my shoulders.

“Harder,” she breathed.
I gave it to her slamming in until I bottomed out, then pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the kitchen. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in rough circles. She came again, clenching hard around me, crying out while I kept pounding her through it.
I didn’t last much longer. I buried myself deep and came inside her, thick spurts flooding her pussy while she held me tight and moaned into my neck. When I pulled out, cum leaked out of her and dripped onto the counter between her thighs. She looked down at it, then at me, still breathing hard, legs still spread.

We stayed like that for a minute her naked on the counter, my cock still half-hard and shiny with both of us before the silence of the empty house settled back in.

[JERRY @jus_jerryy]

Young Bailey didn't deserve this humiliation, and she did make a very good surgeon.
I wonder what ever happened to Dr Baylow.

[AyomiPosi✍️ @jokotagbaposi]

My fiancé told me I would be living with his mother after our wedding because, according to him, “A good wife knows how to sacrifice.” I almost lost my marriage trying to prove I was one. Then his mother showed me a message on his phone, and I understood why she had been begging me not to marry her son.

I was 29, living in Charlotte, North Carolina, and working as a dental hygienist. My fiancé, Marcus, was 33 and worked in insurance. We had been together for two years, and I genuinely believed we were building a future together.

The first time he suggested living with his mother, I laughed because I thought he was joking.

He wasn’t.

His mother, Denise, had been widowed for three years. She owned a comfortable house outside Raleigh, and Marcus insisted that moving in with her would save us money while we prepared to buy our own home.

“Why should we waste money on rent when Mom has four bedrooms?” he asked. “Besides, she shouldn’t be alone at her age.”

I understood that part. Denise was kind to me, remembered my favorite coffee, and always packed leftovers for me when I visited.

So I agreed.

I even canceled an apartment viewing and told my friends I was excited about starting married life with family around us.

What I didn’t know was that Marcus had already made plans for my salary, my labor, and my future without asking me about any of them.

Two weeks before our wedding, Denise invited me over to help her prepare dinner.

Marcus stepped outside to take a call. We were alone in the kitchen when she suddenly turned off the faucet and stared at me.

“Sweetheart, have you thought carefully about marrying my son?”

I smiled nervously.

“Is something wrong?”

She looked toward the back door to make sure Marcus was still outside.

Then she whispered, “I need you to see something before you become my daughter-in-law.”

She unlocked her phone.

And the first message on the screen made my stomach turn.

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

Nicolas Cage is almost unrecognizable in his new thriller, Best Pancakes in the County.

The transformation is wild, and the story involves a criminal searching for a hard drive containing CIA secrets.

The movie arrives November 20, 2026. Would you watch this?

[Santi🍀🍃 @ajxanti]

TBFH the way this escalated over some petty shit is still wild to me

[Su-Ra 🌊✨ @itz_sura01]

A height difference looks romantic in a still photo. In real life it means one of you is permanently negotiating the thermostat, the top shelf, and who has to lean down for every single kiss.

[Night Owl🦉 @Loner04227338]

The library study room was supposed to be completely empty, giving me the privacy I needed. With my hand under my skirt and my fingers moving in slow circles, I bit my lip to keep quiet, completely lost in the moment.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

@FilmWithCherry @Mai_Anna_DP Jenna has that effortless star power. The look is bold, elegant, and uniquely her. She knows how to make a statement without doing too much. ✨

[Santi🍀🍃 @ajxanti]

Tina Tuesday glam by Diana Shin

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

@hollywoodsirens They both look good together; he's definitely winning in real life.

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I had him on all fours, chest down on the bed, ass up. Lube was already out. I warmed some on my fingers and worked one in, then two. He groaned into the pillow and pushed back.

“More.”
I grabbed the thick dildo, coated it, and pressed the head against him. It stretched him open as I pushed in, slow. He fisted the sheets. When I bottomed out he let out this broken moan that went straight between my legs.

I started moving, steady and deep, one hand on his lower back. Every time I drove it in he moaned louder, low and needy. The wet sound of it sliding in and out had me dripping down my thighs. I didn’t even have to touch myself.

“Harder,” he said.
So I went harder. Longer strokes, faster, angling so it hit that spot inside him. His arms gave out and he dropped onto his shoulders, ass still up, moaning into the mattress. I reached under and found his cock hard and leaking on the sheets.
I kept fucking him until his whole body locked up and he came without me touching him, cum shooting across the bed while he clenched around the toy. I stayed moving through it, pulling more sounds out of him. My own pussy was throbbing just from listening.

When I finally pulled the dildo out slow, he stayed there shaking, ass open and shiny. I leaned over, kissed the back of his neck, and said, “You love when I use this hole, don’t you?”

He just nodded, still twitching, another drop of cum leaking out.
That was enough for me.

[Noble Cinema 🎥 🍿 @_justNoble]

I'M A SINGLE MOTHER OF TWO GORGEOUS KIDS, BUT MY BOYFRIEND DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM.

I'm 30, and I've been dating my boyfriend, James, for almost two years. He treats me well, takes me on dates, buys me gifts, and constantly tells me how much he loves me.

But there's one problem: he wants me without my children.

Whenever I invite him over, he complains that the kids make too much noise. He has never bought them a birthday present, never asked if they need anything, and never offered to help when I'm struggling financially.

Last week, one of my children became sick, and I had to cancel our dinner plans to take him to the hospital. James got angry and told me I was always making excuses because of my kids.

I reminded him that I'm a mother before I'm his girlfriend. He said he understood, but he wasn't ready to take responsibility for another man's children.

The painful part is that he keeps talking about marrying me. He says he wants us to have our own children someday, but he doesn't want to be involved with the two I already have.

My friends say I should leave him because my children will always come first. Others say I shouldn't expect a boyfriend to financially support children he didn't father.

Now I'm confused because I love this man, but I can't imagine marrying someone who treats my children like strangers.

AM I WRONG FOR EXPECTING MY BOYFRIEND TO SUPPORT ME AND SHOW MY CHILDREN SOME LOVE, OR SHOULD I ACCEPT THAT THEY'RE MY RESPONSIBILITY ALONE?

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

VisionQuest is a reminder of just how powerful Wanda Maximoff really is.

Hex Vision was created through Wanda’s chaos magic, complete with Vision’s personality, emotions, and memories, despite having no connection to his original vibranium body.

White Vision, meanwhile, was rebuilt by S.W.O.R.D. using Vision’s original body, but lacked the memories and emotional connections that made him who he was.

Then Hex Vision unlocked White Vision’s memories, sending him on a journey to rediscover his identity.

Think about that. Wanda’s magic created a version of Vision, while that version helped restore the mind of the original body.

How many MCU characters have left behind a legacy this complicated, even after their death?

[Folkz®️🇺🇸 @LZsv1s]

I Finger Fucked My Step Sister at Our Holiday Home
We got to the cabin after dark. Rain had been hammering the windshield for the last hour, and by the time I killed the engine the only light was the porch bulb flickering against the wet trees. My step-sister was already half out of the passenger seat, hoodie pulled over her head, bare legs flashing as she made a run for the door. I grabbed both bags and followed, water sliding down my neck.

Inside smelled like cedar and old smoke. The place was cold. She dropped her bag by the couch and stood there rubbing her arms while I found the thermostat. Neither of us had said much on the drive. Mom and her dad had taken the other car and were still an hour behind us, stuck behind a semi.

“Thermostat’s dead,” I said. “Or the pilot light’s out.”

She made a small sound and sat on the arm of the couch, knees together. The hoodie was damp at the hem. Under it she only had a thin tank top and the short denim shorts she’d been wearing since we left the city. I watched a drop of water slide from her collarbone and disappear under the fabric.

I went into the kitchen to check the stove. When I came back she was still sitting exactly where I’d left her, staring at nothing. The rain was loud on the roof. I sat on the other end of the couch, not close, just tired. My jeans were soaked through at the thighs.

“You cold?” I asked.
She nodded without looking at me. After a second she shifted, sliding down so her back was against the cushions and her legs stretched out along the seat. Her bare foot bumped my thigh. She didn’t move it. I could feel the cold of her skin through the wet denim.

I put my hand on her ankle without thinking, just to warm it. Her skin was soft and chilled. She didn’t pull away. My thumb moved once, slow, across the bone. The rain filled the quiet. I could hear her breathing change not much, just a little deeper.

My hand stayed where it was. Then it moved higher, over the smooth curve of her calf. Still no protest. The shorts were short enough that my fingers reached the edge of them easily. I stopped there, palm resting on her thigh, waiting. She exhaled and let her knee fall open a fraction. Not wide. Just enough that the denim pulled tighter across her.

I slid my hand under the leg of the shorts. Warm now. Soft. My fingertips found the thin edge of her underwear and paused. She was looking at the dark window, not at me. Her thigh tensed once, then relaxed. I pushed the fabric aside with two fingers and felt bare skin already slick, hot against the cold of the room. She made a small sound in her throat, almost nothing.

One finger slipped inside her without resistance. She was wet enough that it went deep on the first stroke. Her hips twitched. I added a second finger and started moving them, slow at first, then deeper. The sound was quiet and wet under the rain. Her hand came down and gripped my wrist, not to stop me just holding on. I curled my fingers and felt her tighten around them.

She came fast and quiet, legs shaking, teeth caught on her lower lip. I kept moving through it, thumb on her clit, until her grip on my wrist loosened and she went soft. When I pulled my fingers out they shone. She still wouldn’t look at me. Outside, headlights swept across the trees Mom and her dad turning onto the gravel drive.

Neither of us moved until the car doors slammed. Then she stood, fixed her shorts, and went to open the front door like nothing had happened. My hand stayed wet in my lap.

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

Why Did Arnold Schwarzenegger Face a Female Terminator in Terminator 3?
The T-X was designed to be more than just another killing machine.

She was built to hunt John Connor while possessing technology that made her a terrifying opponent for the T-800.

Kristanna Loken landed the role after a worldwide casting search that reportedly attracted around 10,000 women.
But looking the part wasn't enough, She underwent six weeks of intensive training, including strength workouts, weapons handling, and combat practice.

Even more interesting, Loken worked with a mime coach to control her movements, blink less, and reduce natural facial expressions.
With limited dialogue, she had to make every movement feel unnatural. The scariest part? She looked human, but never truly felt human.

[AyomiPosi✍️ @jokotagbaposi]

My mother called me from the grocery store and asked me a question that made me leave work without even taking off my office badge.

“Sweetheart, if I suddenly started acting confused, would you know something was wrong with me?”

I laughed nervously. “Mom, what kind of question is that?”

“I’m serious. I came here to buy milk, and a few minutes ago, I couldn’t remember why I was standing in front of the refrigerator.”

I stopped typing.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did. But something strange just happened. I was talking to a woman in the aisle, and I couldn’t remember the name of the street I’ve lived on for twenty-three years.”

My mother was 67. She lived alone, drove herself everywhere, managed her own bills, and was the kind of woman who remembered everybody’s birthday without checking a calendar.

Forgetfulness wasn’t completely unusual, but this sounded different.

“Mom, are you still at the store?”

“Yes.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

She started to protest that I was overreacting.

Then she said something that made my stomach tighten.

“Wait, honey. Why is my left hand shaking like this?”

[𝐆.Ī.𝐎🧸 @BiGG_GIO]

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[17:59™ 🎬🦅 @Cinematic4bo]

Let's be honest about Spider-Man: No Way Home for a second. Peter Parker had a good heart, but one decision nearly destroyed everything.

His life was falling apart after Mysterio exposed his identity.

[Hēñ Zø @HRy1943416]

Some problems are just like 96 even
If you turn it down it we still give you 96😌🤧