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Making Heads or tails
I admired his sense of adventure. He was enigma!. A strange amalgam of contradiction, romance, attitude and volatility packaged in delicious manhood. And when he would get that look in his eye, I knew he was about to suggest some crazy shit, and I was helpless to resist.
By Cixtian Trybe4 years ago in Filthy
The Weekend Pt 2
It was a warm evening in Vegas. Growing up in Kentucky, Rachel was used to warm weather and she loved the heat. She stepped off the tile kitchen floor and onto the hardwood flooring of the veranda. Looking around, she was shocked to see the size of the patio. There was another table, a bar, two cabanas and a private pool with 4 lounge chairs around it. On one of the side tables between 2 of the chairs, Rachel noticed two glasses of champagne next to a bottle chilling in an ice bucket.
By Jo. Schmidt4 years ago in Filthy
Swinging
I had gone to a swinger’s party when it was greedy girls’ night. On these occasions, women got in free. I had dragged my fuck buddy Sarah along as she head never been to one. I had introduced her to Frank who owed the barn and ran the events. He had always had a soft spot for me so as we were talking, I could see the bulge in his trousers twitching. I loved to tease men. They all had that 1 stereotypical view of greedy girls in that we wore our hair in pig tails and dressed like Daisy Duke.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown4 years ago in Filthy
"You can stay, but your clothes must go."
If you know me, you would know the one thing I love the most is…. being NAKED! YES!!!!! If I could be naked all day long, I would be a very happy camper. But that’s not the world we live in and I don’t see that being acceptable anytime soon. Soooooo what’s the next best thing other than not wearing a bra and underwear? A nude beach of course!
By Insatiable-ness4 years ago in Filthy
Now or never
She couldn’t help herself. Over come with pure passion. Following every primal instinct. Finally able to let go , making one of the most independent adult women decision of her life. Constance sends the text.... and one more to a different phone number.. Lighting candles and putting on her favorite perfume , a sense of perfect warmth & wonder comes over her whole body while admiring her shifting curves dancing to soft music in a well placed full length mirror, showing off the reflection, standing in front of silky bedding. Staring out the window not wanting to seem anxious, quickly drawing the curtains back closed. Hoping this would be the night, that thing , every woman’s favorite secret. Anticipation tickled her lap. Everything was to be magical. This was a moment that had been planned for months , almost a full year. The day started early, thinking she better have time to get a nap in later. You see, sleep would not be on the menu tonight. First stop local cafe. Decided to have tea instead of coffee. Fruit rather than scone. Catching a few flirty glances on purpose and sending some back with confidence. Still keeping it light. Yoga at that new joint , all the ladies say there is a movie star looking , young limber instructor that likes to get close. Not usually into that- kind of creepy... but today, she wanted to be touched. Just enough to get the blood boiling. Contance would enjoyed every pose.. Anyway , wanted to show off a new yoga fit, proud of all the effort she has been putting in towards better health. And shit, may as well of poured herself into that brightly colored perfectly snuggled outfit. Today...Everyone could get a little peak. Her favorite song plays entering the nail salon for full mannie and peddie. This was her day. Enjoying the foot massage and day dreaming of the night to come. A jolt of electricity and comfort overcome every sense of her being. She ask for a cold towel before exiting the massage chair. Patting her face and neck on the way out the nail salon. Back on solid ground, warm sun and a slight breeze blows over her freshly painted toes. Feeling the rythem in her thighs as she twist just right to her very own soundtrack towards her favorite sidewalk bistro. A salad and lite glass of white wine. Then a long slow walk threw a naughty store, for just the right things. Shame was off the table tonight. Arriving home , she would straighten up first, shaking off the gitters and then enjoy a long shower and an even longer bath.. Then gracelessly obliging herself with the nap promised. Visions of hot wet slippery lust filled her thoughts. The vividness of her dreams awoke her with passion. Home alone for the weekend. Determine to explore any and all fantasies. A total unhinged experience that would forever be her favorite dirty little scene to call on anytime she needed. This would be hers. Rage and fury take over as contance flips threw the envelope filled with pictures of all the women she never knew had been in her bed. All those day trips to were ever , with her girls... Paid in full by what she thought was the perfect one.. She’d done everything right. Built a satisfying career, Kept a beautiful home, and was planning to raise a wonderful family some day with the one she loved. How could this be? “Why me “ she thought. With each picture her anger grew. Yet not to destroy all the hard work done over the years in creating her dream life. Determined no one would benefit from all that molding. And this fool was going to ruin it all! Not excepting defeat a plan was devised. This would give her all the peace required to tolerate a life with a broken heart. Everything was set, nothing left to do but wait and prepare for the earth to move. Tonight is the night. Just then a text chimes. Excitement takes over. Too much to even reach for the phone. Breathing heavily, she reaches for the phone. Then suddenly she stops and thinks to herself “ I am in charge tonight!” Gathering herself for a moment before checking the text. Then reading, “Hey there , how was your day?” Wanting to quickly return the text with every honest word in her soul, “I have only imagine a night with you, crossings paths in crowded halls. Feeling the kind of tension that could break steel cords.” Threw testing the waters! Soul screaming ! “lets make our wildest dreams come true!“ Yet keeping a bit of mystery, writes back “not much, just having a me day. “ Thinking to herself , “and soon to be a very me night.” A response chimes in “ Sounds like the best day ever. Hopefully we can top that together.” Not feeling the games she was getting ready to play. Constance sends one more text to two numbers “ see you just after midnight, text when your outside I will leave the door open for you.”
By Mr. Furthermoore 4 years ago in Filthy
Avenues: Ch. 6
Chapter 6: Aquinas High School, 685 East 182nd Street Thinking back on my four years at Aquinas High School, and the self-destructive asshole I had been during my stay here, there was no question as to why I felt the overwhelming consumption of regret the second I entered through the broken gates that would lead to the basketball court near the back of the school. The school was still standing proudly at Six Eighty-Five East One Eighty-Two. Luey played here with the neighborhood kids and the rest of our old crew whenever he got the chance. There were perfectly good basketball courts where he lived, but he always came back to play in this one. He claimed this court always gave him luck and kept him safe when the streets got too heavy to carry.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Filthy
Camping Trip
Noah and Jules were six days into their camping trip and starting to get bored. They spent the last couple days hiking, canoeing on the lake and cooking their meals by fire. Though they both loved camping and the great outdoors, they were both getting flustered and needed something new to do.
By Jo. Schmidt4 years ago in Filthy
What Never Was
Chapter 3 The next day Veren and Megan had plans to go to Six Flags, the amusement park. What Veren didn’t know was that Nick was also going to be there with Marko and Holly. Veren picked Megan up from her parents and drove off to get to the park. Veren had a season pass which allowed him to bring one guest for free.
By Kol Mikaelson4 years ago in Filthy
Sex Tips: Your Partner's Needs
Gossiping among all forms of women, everyone hears the same complaint. "My husband doesn't do what I like," or "My wife insists we do something to spice up the bedroom," and the beat goes on. Men and women complain that they don't do enough to liven up the bedroom.
By Heather Wilkins4 years ago in Filthy
Afterparty
I had been invited to a party at a friend of a friend’s house. The homeowner was a petite blonde with naturally large boobs. I had fancied her for a while, but she was out of my league. She hung out with all the beautiful people. Myself, well I’m a ginger bombshell, well bombsite more like. I had a fuller figure, some people might even call it fat, but as I was tall, it didn’t look that bad. Anyway, back to the party. I was wearing a cat suit, a nice flowy material to hide the bits I was ashamed of. I had my hair up in a deliberately messy bun. My mum had said I looked nice, but I felt uncomfortable. The house was huge. So many doorways leading off to who know where. The DJ in the corner of the main room was playing some bangers and there were lots of people dancing. The kitchen as always, was a hub of activity. There were people laughing, drinking, playing games and generally the kind of atmosphere you expected at a house party. I had lost my friends shortly after arriving and was on the search for them. The place was so crowded, it was feasible that as I entered one room, they were leaving it and I would never know.
By Lucy Lilithian Brown4 years ago in Filthy