Marie Ross
Bio
Marie Ross is a new author just starting out, living in Washington.
Stories (60/0)
Terror In Gold
Rose walked up the stairs to her apartment with her arms full of reports that she needed to go over for that night. Work had been crazy this week, and the fact that she hadn’t been sleeping well didn’t help her nightly phone calls and random gifts were keeping her on edge either. And the polices didn’t seem to be able to do anything about it. Digging her keys out she shifted the load in her arms to unlock her door, then she just stopped and stared. In the place of her wreath that usually hung on her door was a bouquet of orange and russet marigolds, with shaking hands she opened the door dumping the things in her arms inside she slammed it shut. Relocking the door, she grabbed the flowers storming to her car. Racing to the station she tore through the building until she came to the desk of the detective on her case.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Sensation
He knocked on the door at eight o’clock exactly with a package wrapped in brown paper and tied up with twine. He had the whole day planned, and he hope that she would have fun with it. Smiling when she opened the door with a large tote like bag over her shoulder, and a pair of sunglasses in her hand.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Dream
Dara walked into the manor. Knowing what it was about, but not really knowing what to expect. As she fallowed the butler down the hall, she tried to study the paintings on the walls. Each one depicting one or two women tied up with intricate knot work in the rope, and ornate masks hiding their faces, adding a layer of mystery. When she entered what looked like a great room out of a castle of old, she was greeted with about half a dozen women, some were lounging around, and some were tied with the same intricate knot work from the paintings in the hall and suspended from the ceiling. The women suspended were naked except for the carnival masks, and the others were in gossie fabric that reveled more then it concealed. She was taken to the front of the room where a man lounged naked on a throne like couch petting a naked woman whose head was bobbing up and down on his large cock.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Birthday Weekend
Ella was smiling when she walked into the house with her arms full of bags and flowers. It was her birthday today, and her coworkers had spoiled her on the half a day she was there. She had gotten several presents, and bouquets of flowers, and they had even had her favorite German chocolate cake as a treat. But when she entered the dining room to put her things on the table to be sorted, she stopped and laughed out loud when she saw what was there.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Office Play
When Dara walked into the building all anyone could see was a black overcoat, and a pair of fuck me black heels. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, texting Stan to let him know she was getting in the elevator. Smiling she played with the belt of her coat as the elevator rose into the air. Exiting when the door dinged and opened, she turned to the right making her way to the end of the hall where Daddy’s office was. His secretary wasn’t at her desk, so Dara knocked softly on the office door. When she heard enter, she slipped through the door and stopped. He still had clients sitting at the conference table with him, two large black males that took her breath away. And she froze.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Caring For Daddy
Stan was sitting on the couch with his head back and eyes closed when Dara got home. She smiled from the entryway. He looked so calm and peaceful, but when she approached him, she saw the fine lines of stress etched into his handsome features, and the glass in his hand that rested on the back of the couch. A very full glass of scotch. How crazy had his day been? She wondered as she put her purse, keys, and briefcase down. Then walking to him quietly she gently stroked his cheek as she leaned in to kiss his slightly parted lips, tasting the scotch on them. When she pulled back his eyes were open, and he was staring at her.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
In the barn
Carrie left the manor by the back door, fallowing the path she walked along the fence till she came to the barn. Standing there for a minute she stared at the structure raising before her, the dark red paint casting shadows with the contrasting white trim gleaming in the afternoon sun. she smiled when she saw the doors to the hayloft open, closing her eyes she relived the last time she had been up there. Moaning softly, she slid her leather gloved hands down the bodice of her royal purple riding dress, the corset she wore under neath making her breath come even faster. Would her be able to put his hands on her again? She wondered. Would it all be as wickedly intense as the first time? She groaned feeling his hands instead of hers smooth over her flared hips. Shuttering at the images running through her mind Carrie opened her eyes and began walking again.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Playroom
Stan walked into the house to a silent mess. In the living room there was Dara’s workstation that was way more chaotic then usual, and the pillows on the couch were scattered as if they had been picked up and thrown about several times. He frowned at it all and went down the hall to the kitchen. There he found several items on the counter like his baby girl couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted to eat, but she certainly knew what to drink. He clucked his tongue when he saw one empty bottle and one-half empty bottle of wine sitting on the counter. Shaking his head Stan headed, up the stairs making his way to their bedroom. there he found a hurricane of clothing scattered about the room, but still no sign of his baby girl. He knew this mood… he hadn’t seen it in a while, but he knew it and how to handle it. He just needed to find her first.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Stress Relief
Stan was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Dara came storming into the house. Throwing her bag and keys on the side table she stalked into the kitchen, and straight to where he had an open bottle of wine on the counter. Pouring a large glass, she downed half of it before turning to face him.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Subspace
Dara snuggled up against Stan smiling as he ran his hand down her side cupping and playing with her breast on the way down her side, slipping his hand into the waist band of her yoga pants to start slowly rubbing her clit. Smiling when she moaned low arching her back against him. shifting slightly Stan pulled his hand from her pants placing both hands at her hips. Pushing gently, he silently got her to stand.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy
Playful Baby Girl
Stan was sitting at the table as he watched her walk into the kitchen. She had on a short spaghetti strap dress a rich burnt orange color that highlighted and showed off more of her pale skin then it covered. The skirt flared around her hips with the hem ending scant inches past the curve of her firm round ass. His eyes scanned down her bare back, over her barely covered ass. The view making him shift in his chair as he pictured those long pale legs with the strappy four-inch heels wrapped around his waist as he drove her slowly mad with pleasure. Stan’s eyes moved back up her body and he stared at her with a frown as she downed the first large glass of wine, and then poured another.
By Marie Ross3 years ago in Filthy