Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 8| DEEPEST Pt. 1
“What about something up my ass next time?” Romy blurted out in between sips of her milkshake. Rex’s eyes were fixated on the weather lips puckered tightly around the straw. They were at their favorite burger diner up the street, wrapping up their lunch with vanilla shakes. Romy wore Rex's favorite pair of black shorts that rode up high on the side. He had on his favorite white t shirt and the black leather jacket, one which Romy had insisted made him look like wild man.
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 7| DEEPER
Rex had found a rhythm that was both comfortable and exciting for him and Romy. She felt her breasts jiggle as saliva dripped down in a single line from her mouth and chin down her neck. The longest stream trickled down between her collarbone, past the reservoir of her navel, just down to the beginning of her bare pubic mound.
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 6| DEEP
“Are you sure? You’re ready tonight?” He asked in between kisses, his tongue probing deeper than usual into Romy’s hot mouth. Maybe he was testing her? He was always so careful with her, which only made her more excited each time they connected. He cared and he knew exactly what he was doing with all of that generosity, all of that forethought, all of that consideration. He was making her as comfortable as possible all the time. He was making her as wet as possible. She inhaled a deep breath, fighting the overwhelm.
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 5| Lunch
Rich And Rare: Episode 5 Lunch Rex was in the kitchen cooking. There were metallic clangs and bangs, the clinking of silverware clashing against silverware. Romy heard him running the water to wipe down the counters and sink, his voice humming a tune as he cleaned. He always cleaned the kitchen before throwing down, something she respected very much. Rex believed in spending as much time on preparation as he spent on the stove.
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 4| No Occasion
Romy was in the bathtub. The water had been reset three times now. The first time was when she was pouring herself another helping of champagne. Some of it had spilled from the bottle and made a small puddle of beige bubbles on the floor. She’d watched them for a little while, tilting the flute of sweet bubbly to her lips. Her toes scrunched the rear lip of the porcelain and she let herself lean all the way back, the sudsy water obscuring the view of her naked lower torso.
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey|Episode 3: The Run Pt. 2
As Rex’s hot roaming tongue lapped against her opening, the muscles in her neck relaxed and she forgot all about the window, the ocean view, the Bobs, the Karens, the Katies, the Franks. Fuck them all. Her eyes opened again and her focus fell on the industrial-style light fixture on the ceiling. Rex paused his curling tongue for a moment to press two fingers inside. He slid his index and middle finger in about an inch and a half before gently and gradually pushing down. He released the pressure and Romy’s soft pleading moan gave him the confirmation to continue the rhythmic motion. He grinned and slid a palm up Romy’s exposed torso, lifting the hem of the elastic top to twist her nipple. Her hips bucked against him and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in even further.
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 2
Romy ran until her legs were jelly. They were beyond pins and needles and vibrated with each step as she started to cool down. It was well after sunrise now and the strip had become populated with people, much to her annoyance.
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | Episode 1
Romy woke up in bed upside down. The foot of the bed was without a pillow, but at some point during the middle of the night, she had crafted one out of her discarded yellow sweater. It was a mess of cable knit sleeves and pom-poms, folded three times over into some god-awful pretzel shape. The thing had done the trick though, she slept straight through the night. A full god-blessed eight hours without interruption.