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Jackson
It's been three months since Judith left with Jackson. He has been so sweet and patient. He has been feeding her, taking care of her needs, and protecting her. She not only felt safe, she felt loved. She decided it was time. She didn't want to wait anymore.
By Danielle Mosley2 months ago in Filthy
Jackson
Judith woke that morning feeling tired. She felt so angry she wanted to explode. She went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Her father looked up at her, sternly. "Your mother told me." He said. Judith walked passed him and didn't say anything. Her father just sighed. "Honey. You only let once, and you mean to tell me you want to be with this man?" He asked. "Yes I do." She said. Her father looked at her and smiled. "You do what you have to and I'll understand." He said to her. "I want to leave with him." Judith said. Her father nodded. "If that's what you have to do."
By Danielle Mosley2 months ago in Filthy
The P.S. Experience. Content Warning.
Jelena hummed a low, satisfied tune as the city lights blurred beyond her penthouse window. But now, the performance is over. The tight, blackish-blue silk dress, a second skin of opulent constraint, suddenly felt less like armor and more like a barrier.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
The P.S. Experience. Content Warning.
The evening air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of a recent, shared meal and something far more primal. Jelena, however, was in no rush. She moved with a liquid grace, a predatory slowness that was both maddening and utterly captivating. You were reclined on the plush sofa, a forgotten book slipping from my fingers, your gaze locked onto her.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Love Triangle: Part Two
I should have known better than to ignore the feeling in my gut; deep down inside, I knew that being 'friends' with James was like playing with fire. Even though my brain kept telling me to run, I kept texting him that summer, coming to think of him as Seamus - like my cousin Megan - rather than James. We didn't meet up alone again that summer, but we texted often; sometimes he would message me on gay apps like Manhunt and tell me he wanted to cum on my face. When Magic Mike came out in theaters, I went to see it with Seamus, John, and Seamus's mom. Despite my reservati0ns about being the 'other woman' I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like the attention.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 2 months ago in Filthy
Camille's Summer. Content Warning.
Camille watched, mesmerized, then without a second thought, mirrored her actions, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of her own sundress. The fabric whispered to the ground, a soft sigh in the twilight. The air, once merely cool, now felt intoxicating, prickling their skin with a thousand tiny sensations. They stood before each other, silhouetted against the deepening twilight, vulnerable and utterly exposed.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Camille's Summer. Content Warning.
"Tough practice today," Julia said, her voice a low murmur as she turned, a soft towel wrapped around her chest. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue, met Camille's across the emptying room. A warmth bloomed in Camille’s chest, spreading rapidly.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
I can play like a boy
The night has come for the big celebration party at Kaleb’s house. A good friend that I have known for years. The past few years him and I have been getting closer. I have finally admitted to myself that I have a crush on Kaleb. I know that I will be seeing both him and his best friend Joshua at this party. Joshua is another man that I have been getting to know who happens to be Kaleb’s best friend who moved back into town. I am trying to not seem overly excited about it. I have decided that I am living in my femme fatale era, and I am going to play the field just as the boys would do.
By Maya Juarez-Peña2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Lucy, a vision in a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, moved with a languid grace that was both intoxicating and deliberate. Each step she took across the plush carpet was a silent promise, an unspoken invitation.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The afternoon sun, a golden embrace, shimmered on the private beach, glinting off the gentle ripples of the azure water. Lucy, a vision in her crisp white two-piece bikini, stretched languidly on her towel, her curves a symphony of sun-kissed skin against the pristine fabric. A low sigh escaped her lips, a sound that, to me, was an invitation, a soft, unspoken promise.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
The Banana Epiphany. Content Warning.
The morning sun, usually a welcome guest, felt particularly insistent as it streamed into Monica's kitchen. She leaned against the cool quartz counter, a casual cashmere sweater doing little to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the thermostat. In her hand, a banana – not just any banana, but a specimen of perfect ripeness, a gentle curve hinting at an inner sweetness. "Finally. A healthy snack," she mused, the thought bubble above her head almost audible. "I’ve been craving potassium all day."
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
Camille's Summer. Content Warning.
Camille felt the hum of the air conditioner as a dull drone, mirroring the current state of her life. Summer was practically knocking, but instead of excitement, she felt a profound sense of meh. Another season of predictable routines, lukewarm coffee, and evenings spent scrolling through other people's vibrant lives. She sighed, pushing away from her kitchen counter and glancing out her window, a habit born of boredom.
By Forest Green2 months ago in Filthy
