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The Club
Sitting in the local pub, where the whole adventure started, they reflected on the day’s events and both agreed that the club seemed pretty awesome, the facilities were good and different types of playrooms were very exciting and they couldn’t help but laugh about the car and the tent. They finished their drinks before heading back to Daniel’s apartment and preparing for that evening. Julia looked stunning in a tight-fitting short white dress and sexy heels, Daniel wearing his nice crisply ironed shirt and trousers that hugged Daniel’s rather firm bottom and muscular thighs really well. They sat quietly in the taxi, again the nerves starting to take their toll but they both thought they would be fine after a few drinks, then they would settle into it. After arriving, paying their entry fee, hanging up their coats and going to find their lockers, they locked away their phones, wallets, et cetera and made their way through to the dance floor area. They spent some time watching everybody coming in whilst drinking some red wine and chatting as well as admiring some of the girls dancing on the dance floor. They couldn’t help but notice the various ranges of people coming through the door, mostly it would be fair to say the women were slightly on the large side but occasionally the odd slender and attractive girl came through the door with a good-looking guy. It wasn’t too long before one of the girls on the dance floor clocked Julia and kept making eyes at her as she danced sexily on one of the poles. Daniel obviously pointed this out to Julia who seemed already aware and they watched her dance, both agreeing she was rather sexy, although her partner seemed very timid and under her thumb and not Julia’s cup of tea so to speak but she would definitely like to have fun with a girl and Daniel had no problem with that at all. After some time the girl grabbed the guy and they disappeared towards the bar and Daniel suggested that they go for a walk around the club see what was going on.
David WoodheadPublished 3 years ago in FilthyThe Date That Made Me Perfect
I’m a bit of a loner. Or maybe the loneliest loser there could be. Those two aspects are what I am and behind it resembles a bitter end of believing I’ll never find love. I’ve tried everything. Dating apps, chat lines, bars and suggestions from friends. Nothing seems to work for me. I’m not sure if I’m not made for love or if maybe I’m just not meant to be saved. Which ever it is I’ve made a name for myself by being the bitch no one wants. It’s troubling because in my entire life I’ve never felt sexually satisfied or emotionally involved so I can never tell if maybe it’s the blame on my end or if what I’m looking for is too spontaneous of a happening and that’s why I haven’t been pleased with my past relationships.
Keanna BarryPublished 3 years ago in FilthyEscaping the Cage
Jewel came crying over to my door Sunday afternoon. I had just stepped inside from taking a smoke when I saw her through the glass door with tears in her eyes.
Beth (Halo) HansonPublished 3 years ago in FilthySex Therapy
I think every sex worker out there is familiar with the slight anxiety and embarassment that comes when people in your vanilla life ask you the dreaded "So what do you do?"
A meeting or a date?
This story is fictional but has a little content about intimacy between two men. other than that enjoy. Oh man, do I have a story to tell about my first date with my crush, who happens to be the CEO's son. But first, allow me to introduce myself, the name is Alucard, and yes, if you say my name backward, it means Dracula. You have no idea how much I was made fun of in school. No, I'm not a Goth even though black is my favorite color, but I do like red and blue I mean, I have blue high-lights on my blackhead, and the blue hair goes with my eyes. I do have some piercings on my ears, my lower lip, and my tongue. My style is Punk and business casual. But this story isn't about my style; This is about how I got my first date. It all started like any other day. I went to work. I got up. Add my usual breakfast. Cereal. Sourdough toast with slices of cheese and my Cup of coffee. In my favorite mug. That reads. "Give me coffee, and no one gets hurt"
stephanie borgesPublished 3 years ago in FilthyGentlemen, it's time to MEATUS
For most of my life, I have used a racial slur to describe a part of my penis. It’s as shameful as it is unbelievable, but without thought, and much reason, since being a child, I have accepted the crude term ‘Jap’s eye’ to describe the hole at the end of my dick.
Leo Dis VinciPublished 3 years ago in FilthyCarpet Stained Red With Merlot
Aurora Prescott stared at herself in the mirror. She could barely recognize herself, it has been a while since she was on a first date. It must have been three years since Jason left her for her former best friend. Aurora's caramel-colored hair was curled to perfection, they fell in waves, her dark eyes popped with the dark eye make-up she had not worn in a while. Despite the three years of not being with anyone, her body was still stunning; a flat stomach and slender long legs said it all; she was a yoga instructor. Aurora leaned in closer to the mirror and she uncapped the red lipstick and slowly painted her lips into an approving red.
Baby sitter caught
Brandy grabbed a second throw pillow and stacked it behind her on the arm of the sofa. She put her feet on the plush seat near her butt, with enough space between her thighs for her hand to slip up under her skirt. The skirt that would be around her waist in a moment.
Asrai DevinPublished 3 years ago in FilthyBad example, or just what she needed. Pt. 2
So I go back to my area and leave her to the mercy of Red. I know that he is a nice guy, and in the time that we have worked together, he has been nothing but respectful to everyone. So I work my area, and in about an hour I glance at the table to see if she is back or not. She was not. I ease over to the room where the are and slowly ease the door open and see that he is now completely naked as well and they are now laying on the bed, making out and feeling up and down each other’s bodies with their hands. I quietly smile and leave once again.
Steven Crane SrPublished 3 years ago in Filthy5 Things Your Lover Probably Wants in Bed
Some people are naturals when it comes to talking about sex and have zero issues asking for the things they want. It’s a lot more complicated than that for a lot of folks, though. Not everyone entirely knows what they want to try, and those that do might feel ashamed or bashful about their desires for whatever reason.
Congratulations
He wore a dark grey suit, white shirt, and black tie. It was well into the evening and he smelled faintly of his cologne and a bit like the end of a wildly productive day.
Obsession
I had just dropped Sammy off at the Knight's house for little Kayla's birthday party and was headed back to my brother's townhouse that I rented. I was all set to watch the Peach Bowl by myself. It was one of those nostalgic afternoons that I hated so passionately. This stupid townhouse in which I was forced to live had all the happy memories, the ones before the bitch went nuts.
Lori AntrimPublished 3 years ago in Filthy