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Angry Sandwich Lady
He surprised her by coming back for lunch. He’d just texted her and she was walking around the room in nothing but her panties. She had mentioned she often did this, often wandered around her apartment or wherever she was with nothing on but panties, sometimes a t-shirt.
Wedding Invitation
We met without her there. My eventual wife, I mean. I was alone, on a bed purchased by my daughter. It is difficult to forgo the breath of a lovers fingers. The oils secreting out of pores, foreshadowing where touch is to fall, are the colour of joinings. It is this tactile unpoured kiss, telling of consent and its hushed breeze of procreation which gives sweat and sweet flavours to coitus. The pauses, where fingers are poised, are the battle flags of want and hope. They press the mind into smaller, denser spaces where the moisture of anticipation is blood, where the thumping is still within the body, waiting. We await the dilation of consciousness, the absence of sufficient dimentions for thinking, to only leave room for the rose of feelings. All of these vistas of beauty were absent. I was alone and had been for years.
Budsy HuggysPublished 3 years ago in FilthyRed Panties
I was home with with my aunt, when her friend came over to hang out with her! She was gorgeous and I had always had a crush on her! She would always smile at me and say that I was cute and I would smile big as ever but today would prove to be different! They were in the living room watching TV when my aunt got a call on the phone and told her friend that she had to make a run and would be back soon! She told me to not bother her friend and that she would see me later!
More Than WordsPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHeels: A Siren Song, part 2
It was time to lock up for the night. The backdoor was locked already, and I locked the back store room with another key on the same ring. I took a breath as I turned around, making sure I was about to leave work, then go fix a woman's sink who's ass I had been starring at just three hours ago.
Tristan PalmerPublished 3 years ago in FilthyApril Rain
On a crisp Friday morning, I rose out of bed excited about it being my last day working at the Dasher Diner. I hurried to jump in the shower and dressed in our uniform; Black skirt, white top, and red and white ruffled apron. I forgot to wash the apron from the day before but I didn’t care because it was my last day working in that place. Roger Dash, my manager, was a stickler for being on time so I hurried out of the door to catch the bus. I hated the way Roger called my name right before he scolds me about being late to work. AAAPRELL! I am overjoyed that I don’t have to hear his squeaky voice ever again after today. Before I leave today, I will be sure to correct him when he says my name wrong. My name is April Rain Johnson not pronounced “Apreell.” I was so grateful when I got the letter stating that I had been granted a full Scholarship to NYU two weeks ago. I moved to New York from Alabama in hopes of attending NYU three years ago. I took a leap of faith and just moved away from family and everything that was so familiar to me. Well, I didn’t get in at first so I took a few classes at a junior college. It was hard for me to work at that grimy diner and attend classes. Especially since Roger was not willing to work with my class schedule.
Tamara BrownPublished 3 years ago in FilthyHeels on Panties off
That night was crazy, it was the first time back at homecoming since graduating College....The first night party was over and we had decided that rather than getting hotel room for her visit into town, she would stay with me since I was local..... I had breifly talked to her during the party and after it had ended I informed her that I would be heading to my apartment, which she informed me that she would see me there soon!
More Than WordsPublished 3 years ago in FilthySnow Queen
When he opened the door to their hotel room, she was still lying in bed. Well, they’d met up for a brief lunch between his meetings, but she’d apparently gone back to bed. So, there she was, in a t-shirt and panties, just lying in the large, king size bed.
Pulling Out Should Never Be Plan A
The beach picnic with the “You Can’t Sit With Us” trio had been planned for that Friday night for over a week. A last minute venue change due to weather and time change due to bullshit at work put a tiny hiccup in the plans. We were now meeting an hour and half later than planned at the playground/picnic area of our favorite local park. I sat on a bench waiting for Jess and Shan to arrive as my little girls ran around the equipment, making friends with the sixth graders playing “grounders”. After checking my messages and responding to a long distance friend, I spotted an open picnic table in perfect proximity to the playground. I wandered over to it, only to spot a tall, good looking man in a button up denim shirt, casually making jokes with a group of people not 25 feet from me.
Lauren PenfoundPublished 3 years ago in FilthySpeaking Without Words
Speaking Without Words While Traversing Time by Mr. Darek Michael Lucero After date two your office work took your time management to another level. You didn’t just fulfill the obligations of the position you were hired for you excelled beyond others in the region with more years experience. I did my best to let you know my pride for you in your day-to-day moments. Based on the endeavors of your three children and two grandchildren doubting your genius was never an option. After accepting your friend request, perusing some of your posts displayed the wealth of knowledge for which they tailored that position. Having met other savant women in my past I recognized a wisdom in you that belied your southern drawl. What solidified you as a multitasking woman in life was the Christmas party pinwheels. Regardless of the simple recipe the end result was beyond description. What I said to my mother in the letter home was: “They tasted gourmet.”
Pleasure In The Quiet
I know that you arrived and wait for your knock at the door. I welcome you in with a hush from my finger to my lips, and you will know to be quiet.
Kevin PeculiarPublished 3 years ago in FilthyRed Captures the Wolf Man (Part 2)
Red plans to make the Wolf Man hers. Getting him chained up is a good first step to having her way with him. Estimated Read Time: 18 minutes
Your Textual BoyfriendPublished 3 years ago in FilthyRed and the Wolf Man (Part 1)
Red Riding Hood is bait for a big strong Wolf Man. She gets exactly what she wanted when he catches her and leaves her puddled.
Your Textual BoyfriendPublished 3 years ago in Filthy