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Celeb Fun
The clink of ice in my glass was the loudest sound in the room, cutting through the low murmur of the after-party. I was still reeling from the charity gala, an event I’d only attended as a plus-one, feeling utterly out of place among the glittering elite. Then, as if my night hadn't been surreal enough, Holly Willoughby, looking even more radiant in person, had cornered me by the bar. Emilia Clarke, her laugh like tinkling bells, was just behind her. I’d stammered something incoherent about enjoying their work, probably blushing a shade of puce usually reserved for beetroot.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly’s moan, a guttural sound that seemed to defy the flimsy walls of the apartment, vibrated through my chest. "Surely someone heard that," I thought, the words barely formed before they were swallowed by the escalating clamor of the party next door and the even louder, more insistent rush of blood in my ears. We must have been heard. But in this building, amidst this specific constellation of nocturnal revelers, I think we were just ignored.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The rain had been relentless for hours, a drumming symphony against the old cottage windows, but inside, the atmosphere was growing steadily hotter. Holly laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through me as she pressed herself closer, her dress clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. We’d been caught in a sudden downpour on our walk back from the lake, and now, soaked to the bone, we were doing little to dry off.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The low hum of the city outside our apartment window was a distant lullaby, irrelevant to the new, urgent rhythm beginning to pulse between us. We'd been laughing moments ago, recounting some silly anecdote from our college days, but the laughter had tapered off, leaving a delicious, heavy silence. My hand, which had been resting on her thigh, felt the sudden tremor beneath the fabric of her jeans, and my eyes locked with hers. There was a challenge there, an unspoken dare that I was more than willing to accept.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The air in the back row of the old movie theater was thick with the scent of stale popcorn and a peculiar, almost electric anticipation. The film, a grainy art-house flick no one would ever truly watch, droned on, a convenient soundtrack to our indiscretion. Holly, a vision in her dark jeans and a band t-shirt, had settled onto my lap with a sigh that was more purr than complaint.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The city hummed around us, a symphony of distant sirens and muted traffic, but inside the car, a different kind of electricity sparked. Holly, my co-pilot on this otherwise mundane Friday night drive, had been quiet, almost too quiet, since we’d left the restaurant. I’d attributed it to a long week, maybe a glass too many of the surprisingly good Merlot. I was wrong. So wonderfully, spectacularly wrong.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
“Is that it? I can barely feel anything,” Holly teased, her voice a low purr that vibrated through the console of her sleek, black SUV. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the highway, but inside, the atmosphere was growing steadily hotter.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The last remnants of the afternoon sun, a hazy orange, painted stripes across the bedroom floor. My muscles still hummed with the aftershocks of our earlier exertions, a pleasant weariness that promised a deep, dreamless sleep. I’d just shucked off my last bit of clothing, intending to slide under the cool sheets and drift off, when Holly’s hand found me.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The steam in the shower clung to us like a second skin, a warm, fragrant embrace of lavender and jasmine from the soap Holly was so meticulously, playfully, rubbing all over me. Her laugh, a light, bubbly sound, echoed off the tiled walls as she sculpted peaks and valleys of foam over my chest and stomach. I returned the favor, my hands gliding over the exquisite curves of her back, the smooth plane of her stomach, feeling the delicious slide of soap against her skin.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The last shudder had left me breathless, my body still tingling from the sheer force of the release. I was propped up on my elbows, a flush creeping up my neck as I watched the aftermath. Holly, beautiful and unbothered, lay beneath me, her chest heaving softly with the remnants of her own pleasure.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The air in Holly’s bedroom was thick with a delicious heat, a testament to the hours we’d spent entwined. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the sheen of sweat on her skin, the flush on her cheeks. Every touch, every kiss, every groan had been a step on a deliberate, intoxicating journey, and now, we were teetering on the edge.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
