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Celeb Fun
The familiar soft knock on the door, just past nine, was a sound I’d grown to anticipate with a mix of warmth and a delicious flutter of nerves. I knew what it meant. Her husband was gone, and Julie didn’t like being alone. Especially not in that king-sized bed.
By Forest Green26 days ago in Filthy
Blow & Go: Part One
October has always been my favorite month of the year, not because of my birthday, but because it's a spooky month. Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday; I love the creepy atmosphere and seeing the decorations wherever I go. For me, it's like, for thirty-one days, I'm - safely - living in a horror movie; I love it. Although the weather is usually cold and damp, I love that, too; it's a much-needed respite after the atrocities of summer, especially summer without air conditioning.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 27 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The digital world, much like a perfectly timed long pass, can change the game in an instant. For Giancarlo Rossi, a veteran sports journalist whose career had seen more drab press conferences than dazzling goals, the notification that pinged on his phone felt like a seismic shift. It was from Claudia Romani’s official Instagram account, and the accompanying image was, to put it mildly, explosive.
By Forest Green28 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
“Oh Claudia,” he managed, his voice a rough whisper. The absurdity of the situation warred with the undeniable, scorching reality of her presence. The jersey, the ball, the unapologetic confidence in her pose – it was a calculated provocation, and he was utterly disarmed.
By Forest Green28 days ago in Filthy
Joan's Room. Content Warning.
Then, with a primal surge of power and longing, he thrust. The bed creaked a rhythmic protest, mirroring the rhythm that was building between them. Each thrust was deeper, more insistent, pushing them closer to the edge. Joan’s fingers dug into the sheets, her back arching, her hips meeting his powerful rhythm. The world outside the bedroom faded, replaced by the symphony of their gasps, the slap of skin against skin, and the undeniable, exquisite friction that promised an explosive release.
By Forest Green28 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The low hum of the city was a distant murmur against the frantic rhythm of my own heart. We’d just settled back into bed, the lingering warmth of a shared meal and laughter still humming between us. I’d been teasing her gently about her competitive streak during our last board game, and she’d retaliated with a playful shove, tumbling into my arms.
By Forest Green28 days ago in Filthy
