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SideChicks by Valorie M Taylor
Being in Lore's employ had never been easy. And no one knew that better than MacBeth who bench pressed a solid 100lbs with ease. I gotta to be her chauffeur, she thought to herself, muscle, bodyguard, babysitter, confidant, sounding board, secret-keeper and occasional Chef 24-hours a day.
By Valorie Taylor4 years ago in Filthy
An Argument For Anal
You might view this article as opinionated, satirical, or a well-researched piece on historical facts that back up my stance on a certain hot button issue. What it isn't, is me trying to sway you one way or another. I have come to learn that people are going to do what they are going to do on their path through life as they evolve and learn right from wrong. Though I am pro-life except in extreme circumstances, I respect your right to make the choices you do no matter how misguided or immoral I may find them. The beauty of this great big beautiful pile of dirt that we all ride on while it hurtles through space is just that; it's huge and I don't have to associate with you if I don't want to. There's plenty of room for everyone to go about their day and never meet someone again if we so choose.
By Jeremy Hanson4 years ago in Filthy
Nights of Passion
In the warmth of the room, a gentle breeze flickers the on looking flames of the vanilla scented candles filling the room. You glare across the room and through the bathroom door. The tub is filled, though all you are able to see are the rose pedals covering the surface of the water. Despite the fact that the faucet is turned off it seems as though the pedals are dancing on the water. Slowly something enters your vision on your right side… it’s a single rose being offered as I reach around your body. Before you can turn to face me, my chest is pushed against your back closely. You take the rose from my hand and as you lift it to your nose to softly take in its scent, my fingertips gently run through your hair brushing it lightly off of your neck. As my left hand falls tenderly upon your abdomen, and you feel slow waves of heat upon your neck- telling you my lips are close to your skin- you set the rose down lovingly upon the bed. You begin to wonder how all of that you see came about as you slept peacefully just moments ago.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Frustration Rage Sex
I’m sitting and arguing with the computer for the second hour. The computer, the programs, nothing is working like it should. I’m in a bad mood. I hear you walking around and obviously; you’re in a good mood. You’re bouncing around and I can hear you being cheerful. I like when you’re happy, but right now; it’s getting to me…and not in a good way.
By Timothy A Rowland4 years ago in Filthy
Rain of Pleasure
It was a warm summer night when we decided to take a long walk. He left his home and I left mine, then we walked until we met up. Our time was frozen in a moment where cell phones didn’t exist. We only had the anticipation of seeing each other to comfort us as we walked. The rustling of the trees and wind sounds of the night laid the path of a poetic symphony. I thought about the conversation we would have once we connected and smiled. Around him I could always be a version of me that didn’t require a filter. With him I always felt so relaxed like his mere presence drifted us into a world where only we exist. That me was a different type of me and that was a feeling I never felt before. I was falling in love with him the more we spent time together. The anticipation of seeing him was growing more now with each step that I took. Even though I was extremely happy to see him a part of me couldn’t help but wonder if he was really coming. What if I was making this walk alone and he was at home relaxing? One question became many and soon birthed a worry. Still I kept walking. It didn’t take long for me to see him in the distance. I had to compose myself to keep from letting my excitement show. I did walk a little swifter than before to catch up to him quicker. When he saw me, he ran to me as it seems he was just as excited as I was.
By K.S. Grice 4 years ago in Filthy
Yours
A text notification comes through. Queenie grabs her phone from the coffee table and reads *What's up stranger a nigga ain't heard from u in a min* She smiles to herself, slightly in disbelief of who the text is from. Excited to say the least she responds with *ditto 😏 how have you been*
By Theresa Marguerite Wickliffe4 years ago in Filthy