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If Music Be The Food Of Love...
Usually, by the time one approaches the second glass of Merlot, one has a sense of how well things are going – by which is meant how likely it is that the current interview will lead to subsequent intercourse (verbal) and – after the appropriate Bacchanalian delights – further debauchery.
Tristan StonePublished about 2 hours ago in Filthy
Secrets of a satisfied woman
Although our survey shows that satisfied women have sex several times a week, two out of five still want more. Women have a broad definition of this term, so this does not necessarily mean that they want more intercourse. She just wants to feel attractive, so it would be good to let her know that you think of her during the day, all mixed up with a few sexual associations. One way is to text her about her dinner plans and ask her to wear that sexy, red blouse.
Reborn
First date 2 AM I have 30 minutes of drive left—thirty minutes of my past. After 7 hours of continuous driving, I see the sign “Welcome to Braso”.
Georgiana Simona EneaPublished about 14 hours ago in FilthyThe Ballad of Death
The bottle of Merlot emanated a sinister aura of maleficence, but, to the pained, desperate eyes of Dietrich Butler, the bottle of Merlot was solace. He had been sober for 20 years, but not a day went past without fantasizing about the intoxicating sensation of being drunk. Dietrich always had a penchant for destruction and tonight he was going to break the covenant he made to himself on the fateful night of August 16, 1997, while he lay beaten to a pulp in a puddle of his own blood. He said, on this night, “Please god! I’ll quit! I’ll quit! Take it away. Please take the pain away...I’ll quit.” And so, a metamorphosis began in Dietrich’s life. Through the help of intensive rehabilitation and a reinvigorated faith in Catholicism, Dietrich stopped drinking alcohol. He went back to the Lucian Woir University and obtained a degree in American Literature. From a distant realm, Dionysus, the god of pleasure, watched the life of Dietrich Butler unfold in a positive direction with malice. He felt this was a facade of normalcy being used to hide a disgusting beast that thrives on debauchery. Dionysus gave him the benefit of the doubt and did not directly intervene. Instead, he decided to test Dietrich and cast a 19th century bottle of Merlot from the heavens onto Dietrich’s path one morning, while on his way to lecture. Dietrich saw the bottle encased in silver plating and it bore a beautiful letter, that read, “My dear Dietrich, I understand that you have a date tonight! I’ve given you my favorite wine so you both can enjoy yourself. Be warned this wine is delicious! With love and the utmost respect Robert Alexander Bacchus.” Dietrich took the bottle, forwent his lecture using a clever excuse, and ran like a child back to his home. He set the silver bottle on his table, the plating opened on cue, and there stood the glorious bottle of Merlot. Dietrich looked at the letter from this mysterious Robert Alexander Bacchus and apprehension began to seep into his excitement. Why did a box fall from the sky? Who was this person and how did he know to find me? These were obvious questions and any sane person would have ignored the box, but not Dietrich. Wine was his drink of choice, during the days of his binges. The wonderful scent of black berry and plum began to permeate his nostrils. He could not resist and it was at this very moment that the clear chime of his doorbell rang. The plating sealed itself once more on the bottle and, with serenity, Dietrich hid it in an ornate mahogany cabinet and welcomed the voluptuous Olivia Castle into his home. Olivia stood before Dietrich and he felt the same sinister aura of the bottle of Merlot and rightfully so as Olivia held a figure that was almost profane. She possessed breasts that were as soft and malleable as the very clouds in the heavens. Her body seemed to be crafted from marble and there was a wondrous symmetry in every part of her body. The pièce de résistance were two glorious dimples that stood above a posterior that could have enchanted the most stoic of individuals. She was a goddess; Dietrich held a fantastic veneer of levity as he greeted her, but, internally, he was screaming. “Dietrich, my sweet, who would have thought that you of all people would invite me to your humble abode? Our ideals are vastly different... what made you want me for a date?” Olivia Castle already knew the answer as she saw Dietrich momentarily eye her erect nipples poking from a revealing dress. Dietrich thought to himself, “I could care less about your petty ideals. I’m going to defile your body with my disgusting wretchedness and while you moan in ecstasy, begging for my permission to orgasm, I will deny it. Your body will experience an insurmountable amount of pleasure and then I will vanish.” Dietrich replied with zest and said, “My dear, can’t two foes come together amicably and debate each other? I respect only intellect and yours Olivia is marvelous.” Olivia let out a laugh that filled the entire expanse of Dietrich’s penthouse suite and, so the night began. They had a delicious 5-course meal and conversed on a wide variety of subjects from politics, art, literature, and music. Dietrich Butler had Olivia Castle giggling the entire night and no one could have possibly fathomed that Dietrich was going to attempt to murder her. From a distant realm, Dionysus watched intently. They finished the meal and Dietrich Butler told Olivia Castle, “My dear, I have relished our time tonight and nothing would be more fitting than a bottle of Merlot to finish this fantastic first date, I might add.” Olivia looked incredulously and said, “You conniving little fox. This is not your first date… my mind pales to think of all the women you’ve seduced.” Dietrich laughed gaily and said, “First date with you, my darling and none of the other women in my life are on my mind tonight.” He pulled the silver bottle from the mahogany cabinet and, just as before, the plating opened and Olivia’s mouth fell agape. “Dietrich, this is a 19th century bottle of Merlot!” Dietrich took two, incredibly thick, Bordeaux wine glasses and they drank the cursed liquid that Dionysus had cast down to tempt Dietrich. It was wine unlike any on Earth and filled the naive Olivia, blinded by love, with a drunkenness that was unparalleled. They began to kiss with a fervor and lewdness… their very souls seemed to be acquiescing to each other. Dietrich reached down Olivia’s dress to caress the clit of this goddess. She moaned gutturally as Dietrich began to do this in unison with kissing her supple neck. Dionysus continued to watch from a distant realm with fascination. Suddenly, Dietrich grabbed the neck of Olivia with the strength of python and threw her to the floor. The wine glasses shattered everywhere and Olivia looked in horror and saw that the gentle face of the man she had become infatuated with was no longer there. Now, the crazed look of a maniac was looking at her, smiling with glee. “Hades beckons me to his inferno and I welcome him with open arms.” Dietrich hissed these words and Olivia knew that her life was slowly diminishing. Dionysus looked at the beast that was Dietrich with horror. He had cast the bottle down to Earth, on a whim, to see if Dietrich had truly changed his life, but, as he saw the newly red eyes of Dietrich, he saw Cronus, God of the Harvest. Dietrich was, in fact, a conduit being used for the reincarnation of Cronus who was attempting to escape from the dungeon of Tartarus. Through the murder of a virgin, Cronus would be reincarnated into the mortal realm. Dionysus stood frozen in fear watching the entire spectacle and did know what to do. Through the sheer unpredictability of life, Olivia managed to grab a piece of glass and, with all her might, impaled the eyes of Dietrich. He screamed in agony and began to thrash around the mid-century modern decor of Dietrich’s living room. Olivia, filled with a desire to murder this animal, grabbed a serrated blade, earlier used to cut challah, and charged at Dietrich with the ferocity of an Amazonian warrior and sliced his head with the same precision used to cut the challah bread. Dietrich’s head rolled over to the ornate, Mahogany cabinet, where the bottle was stored, and Olivia, drenched in blood, fell to her knees sobbing. From a distant realm, Dionysus laughed gaily and quietly took his bottle of Merlot back to the heavens.
Vidal RamirezPublished about 14 hours ago in Filthy- Created with: LELO
The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Freedom
Two truths and a lie: I am a woman, I love sex, and I orgasm every time. Think you know the answer? Sorry, but it’s a trick question; all three are true.
Jules FortmanPublished about 17 hours ago in Filthy Sex Education
Sitting on my bedroom floor, I play with my dollies. I am six years old, and there is an entire universe unfolding before me. Barbie and Ken and what their life might become in this mansion perched upon pink plastic support beams. The Barbie Dream House.
Lindsay Rae BrownPublished about 17 hours ago in FilthyPlease
The movement wasn’t enough to wake you - at first. And in hindsight, you realize it probably wasn’t the movement. It was the way he tried to muffle his groan when you shifted back against him.
TheWellReadMillenialPublished about 18 hours ago in Filthy
You
She pounces upon you, taking your thick locks in her supple hands. Her warm lips press against yours. They feel kinder and warmer than your wife’s, but then that could be all the alcohol fabricating false truths. You resist the urge to stop this madness and leave, salivating at the thought of having her. Her petite breasts imprison you against her, as she gently pushes you against the window, unbuttoning your shirt with the deftest of flicks.
Bloody Situation
It all started March 2020, a year since I had left my ex-boyfriend. I was finally getting to a point to where I felt ok within myself to move forward. I had already been back on the dating apps but was mostly using it to toy with the “thirsties” (shame on me, I know). I am a huge flirt but lack action and love the attention! To better understand where this story is about to lead you, you must know the breakdown of how the gay “dating” apps work.
Timothy P Abadie JrPublished about 20 hours ago in Filthy
The Rude Awakening
Rising from the warmth of my bed on a chilly winters morning I drew back the curtains and a golden shaft of sunlight burst into view much to my delight. Being single has not been my lot for close on 40 years but my darling husband George passed away suddenly only a few months ago leaving me somewhat lost and alone with no one to comfort and share my life with.
Emily SpankfirstPublished about 21 hours ago in FilthyA Red Symphony
They’ve been together for over ten years, and they were only now on their first date. Absolutely pathetic. Unfortunately, the schedule they shared wasn’t pliable in the least; ergo, dating was an impossible feat. Being spies for the government revolved solely around their next hit and their next big check; there was no such thing as vacation or hiatus. Rest is for the dead, as Alyssa liked to state. The woman loved everything about her job, but what she preferred was working with Kieran.
That Night
Alex stared at his phone screen for a full two minutes, not quite believing it. He was seeing her name pop up in his texts after so many years, a name he hadn’t expected to see maybe ever again. But it was from her all right. Jessica.
Maahi TrivediPublished about 24 hours ago in Filthy
