Anticipation is a Killer
Slipping quietly up behind him, Dawn ever so lightly runs her hands over his bottom. She comes in just close enough to him so that her erect nipples scarcely touch his back. She whispers in his ear a breathy, "Don't move darling".
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Our Weekend Together
They enter the hotel room. It's a little chilly, so Luke walks over to the heater and flips it on. Tammy is shivering from the cold March wind that howled around them as they walked from the Metro station to what would be their love nest for the weekend. D.C. has four seasons. Too bad they're all in the same week. She shivers again. She looks up and they stare at each other from across the room. There is such electricity in the room that could have heated the entire block. Slowly he walks towards her. With their eyes still locked, he reaches up and unbuttons her coat. He slips it off her shoulders and hangs it in the closet. The black leather jacket that makes him look so dangerous hung next to her canary red London Fog coat. Just like them; they are a bright contrast next to one another.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Christmas Day at Master Eric's House
They are in his bedroom. Him naked. Her, not so much. He is facing the side of the bed and is bent over at the waist. She leans in over him and rubs her rough clothing over his soft, sweet body. He hums. She whispers in his ear that she is going to love him like no one else ever has or ever could. He sighs.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Take Me Baby
Abby hears Adam's keys in the door. She smiles wide. Playtime has begun. Adam walks into the room and stops and stares. Never has he beheld such a sight. There, in the overstuffed living room chair, Abby sits. She is dressed from throat to toe in black leather. She has his favorite addition on as well. A nine-inch, very thick, strap-on cock.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Their First Night
They show up at his place. They have the place to themselves for the entire weekend. Already it has begun to softly snow outside. Frank hands Felicia some matches and asks her to help him light some candles. With candles glowing throughout the house, they make dinner. They quietly talk about their respective days, getting to know each other a little better. They sip white wine and enjoy the glow of the candles.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
At Long Last
"At last My love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song Oh yeah, yeah At last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you I found a dream, that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I have never known Oh yeah, yeah You smiled, you smiled Oh, and then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven, for you are mine… At Last"
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Shadows at a Party
Mary Lou's house parties are legendary. Anyone and everyone from the neighborhood always invites themselves over once the word got out that there was a party on the 3rd floor. Windows open. Music playing. Food on top of food. And more alcohol than any two liquor stores put together. Yep. Typical hood gathering alright.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
Private Screening
There are a great many wonderful things in D.C. The monuments, museums, restaurants, the opera house, the Kennedy Center. The list is virtually endless. And of course, there's Chinatown. What's not to love about Chinatown? Full of people, lights, sounds, and wonderful smells. Georgina fell in love with the place the first time she laid eyes on it. She did the typical tourist thing. She stood in the middle of "H" Street and snapped a photo of the archway. Unlike the tourists, however, she looked both ways for traffic, waited for a clearing, and then stepped out into the street. Georgina wouldn't be able to tell anyone how many times she had cringed thinking someone was going to get plowed over by a cabbie on the meter and in a hurry.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 months ago in Filthy
