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Hotels, Part I
Sex is about the most popular entertainment activity in a hotel. This is hardly surprising. Guests arrive as couples planning to screw each other, or as singles to pick up dates or screw the staff. Couples become threesomes, or loners rent companions, and everyone else turns a blind eye while simultaneously getting as much as action as they can.
By CR Baxter2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Six
CONTINUED FROM PART FIVE... True to his word, Lucky had practically rolled out the red carpet for his brother upon his return to the Big Easy. A few friends all gathered together for a late night pool party on the roof of the building. That nagging sense of melancholy began to pull at him even further. Candy...he still loved her in spite of things.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Lost Phone. Content Warning.
Have you ever had what you considered a tragedy of a day? I mean one that is for the record books. This past Saturday was my worst yet. I dropped my phone while taking it off and of course the whole screen looks like a jigsaw puzzle created by Edward scissorhands lol. I finally get ready and out the door, I make it to the car and what do I find but a flat on top of being extremely low on fuel. Batting average was so great. I got the spare on called into work and just took the day because at this point it was to be a full day by the time I called them. They have the no fault point policy, sure everyone has had or knows about those places lol. I made it to the local place and they said they would fix my tire. I drop that and tell them I'll be back after I get fuel. I pull in and fuel up, go inside to pay and my wallet is still on the driveway where I sat it when I was changing the tire. Luckily the owner was there and he let me buzz home, grab my wallet and I swung by and paid the fuel bill. I got to the tire place and they had to use a new tire instead of an old refurb one I usually get. So I go to the bank across the road and make it back with the cash to pay for the new one. Everything settled , I stopped off at the local grocery store and grabbed some donuts and a huge coffee.
By DS2 years ago in Filthy
Transformation in the City. Content Warning.
New York City, with its towering skyscrapers and ceaseless energy, was a place of transformation. Among the millions who sought to carve out their identity in its bustling streets was Alex, a transgender woman who had come to the city to find herself and live her truth.
By Muhammad Moaz Mirza2 years ago in Filthy
Midnight Madness Pt. 1. AI-Generated.
As the clock struck midnight, the fluorescent lights of the Walmart Supercenter flickered, and the mundane hum of the overnight shift gave way to an otherworldly energy. The aisles, once filled with sleepy shoppers and tired employees, transformed into a bustling hub of interdimensional commerce. Ashton, a new-hire escort in the sex section, donned her brightest smile and prepared for the real work to begin. Behind the façade of discount prices and everyday essentials, this Walmart became a playground for creatures from far and wide, drawn to the promise of a "good time" in the most literal sense.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 12
Emma's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, I was thinking we could try the treacle," she suggested, her voice tinged with excitement.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Five
CONTINUED FROM PART FOUR... “I HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER...MEET ME TONIGHT. YOU KNOW THE PLACE.” The text message vibrating close by sent a surge through her that may not necessarily have been dread or remorse. The smoldering guilt laced with a growing sense of excitement brought out a rather sneaky, yet girlish quality in Candy. Refusing to let on that Marcus was texting her at that very moment, she quickly put the cell away.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Four
CONTINUED FROM PART THREE... New Orleans. The Big Easy. The Crescent City. Home of some of the greatest music, entertainment and culture the world has ever seen...and baby, there ain’t no place like New Orleans. Quickly swept away into a world far different from the one he’d always known, Happy struggled to relax a bit as the convertible sped off from the airport deep into the heart of ‘Babylon’, as his father referred to it. The blissful, seductive sounds of the city’s famed Jazz music blared from the stereo as the infamous humidity came breathing down on his neck with a stifling cloak of welcoming only a true Southerner could appreciate. Six feet below sea level, and wedged between a river and a lake, the city was well known for its hot summer days and even hotter nights...and things were only going to get hotter from here.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Is it normal to talk to yourself?
Picture this: you wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring, groggily muttering to yourself, “Why did I set it so early?” While brushing your teeth, you ponder, “I need a haircut... or maybe not?” Rushing out the front door, you frantically reach for your keys, only to realize they’re nowhere to be found. Frustrated, you blurt out, “I can’t do anything right!” just as your neighbor gives you a puzzled look. Ever been caught talking to yourself like this? It might feel a bit awkward, maybe even embarrassing. Some folks might even think it's a sign you're not all there mentally. But guess what? Decades of digging into psychology tell us that chatting with yourself is actually totally normal. In fact, most, if not all, of us do it in one way or another every single day. But why do we do it? And does it matter what we say?
By ava2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Three
CONTINUED FROM PART TWO... Loud Hip-Hop blasted from the premium Bang & Olufsen speakers as he struggled to keep his senses together. The streetlights gleaming through the night became a dizzying blur as the convertible sped effortlessly along the city streets. Staring up at the stars above, Happy wondered if this was another dream headed for a bad ending.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part Two
CONTINUED FROM PART ONE... “So we get there, and Rob surprises me with what had to be the most exquisite and elegant little hotel I’d ever seen,” Stacy blushed.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy
Porn Again-Part One
Continued from the Prologue… Another boring day in paradise, Happy mused to himself as he carefully studied the annoying flash of the cheap alarm clock staring at him. Morbid, maniacal and outright disturbing in its cadence, his seemingly innocuous glance erupted with fervor as he slammed his hand down hard on the device, silencing it. Slowly lifting himself from the soft and secure confines of his bed, Happy studied every corner of his modern yet tasteful bedroom. Everything from the wallpaper and furnishings to the rather extravagant king sized bed reeked of a virtual Pottery Barn catalogue. If he didn’t know better, he could almost envision prices materializing before his very eyes to the tune of Candy’s voice as they debated for hours on the layout and overall palette when they first moved in. Perfectly polished and pristine wall sconces framed a beautifully grand mirror that directly faced their bed.
By lazarusInfinity2 years ago in Filthy