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Celeb Fun
The fluorescent lights of the green room hummed a low, constant thrum, a sound that usually lulled me into a false sense of calm before my segment. Today, however, my heart was doing a samba in my chest. I’d been invited on This Morning to discuss my latest cookbook – a whirlwind of an experience that felt utterly surreal. I was an ordinary chef, for crying out loud, not some celebrity.
By Forest Green19 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, stale beer, and something else – a primal, intoxicating musk that always hung heavy in these kinds of places. I was nursing my second whiskey, trying to look nonchalant as Holly laughed, her head thrown back, a strand of dark blond hair falling across her cheek.
By Forest Green19 days ago in Filthy
Blow & Go: Part Two
As unpleasant as parts of my hookup with Tyler were - the smell of his ass while we 69ed - he was the best head I'd ever gotten. For a while after our rendezvous , I bragged about sucking his dick for forty-five minutes straight, how I was the person to get him the closest to orgasm; of course, I hyped him up, too. I didn't know what it was about him that had made the experience so great, but he had a lifetime license to give me head; I'd never say no.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 19 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
We’d shared a bottle of wine, a series of knowing glances, and an unspoken anticipation that thickened the air. Now, the soft glow of a bedside lamp cast long shadows, making her already alluring features even more captivating. My hand, which had been resting gently on her waist, began to stray, tracing the line of her ribs upwards, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her silk camisole.
By Forest Green22 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The low hum of the city outside our apartment window was the only sound breaking the thick, anticipatory silence. Margot stood in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, her back to me as she unfastened the delicate clasp of her silk camisole. My breath hitched, a silent, involuntary response to the unfolding ritual. We’d talked for hours, tracing the lines of our lives, sharing vulnerabilities that had laid a foundation of exquisite trust. Now, the conversation has faded, replaced by an unspoken understanding.
By Forest Green22 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The first hint of dawn, a pearly grey filtering through the linen curtains, did little to stir Elle from her slumber. It was the delicate brush of skin on skin that began to coax her back to consciousness, a warmth spreading from her side, an unmistakable presence. A soft sigh escaped her lips, not of complaint, but of pure, contented surrender.
By Forest Green22 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The last echoes of the celebratory trumpets had faded, replaced by the hushed whispers of the castle as night deepened. King Arthur, still feeling the weight of the crown he’d worn mere hours ago, turned from the panoramic window of their bedchamber. The moon, a luminous disc, cast a silver glow across the opulent room, illuminating Queen Elle, who stood by the hearth, her coronation gown now a silken pool at her feet.
By Forest Green22 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I had been admiring a newly acquired tapestry, the intricate battle scene a momentary escape from the endless petitions and political maneuvering. Then, her voice. Calm, almost detached, yet it sliced through the air like a poisoned blade.
By Forest Green22 days ago in Filthy
