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Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The bathroom was a steamy haven, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the soft gurgle of water. I stood behind Holly, my arms wrapped loosely around her waist, my chin resting on her shoulder as she leaned into the spray. The suggestion had sparked a clear image in my mind, and now, the reality was even better.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The scent of her, a dizzying blend of jasmine and something uniquely Holly, was already intoxicating me before I even fully entered the room. She was curled on the bed, a silk sheet barely clinging to her hips, her eyes closed, a faint flush painting her cheeks. We’d been teasing this all evening, a slow burn of suggestive glances and whispered promises, and now the air crackled with it.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
The late afternoon sun, usually a benevolent golden, had turned a furious copper. Outside the cabin, a storm had broken with savage suddenness, lashing the windows with sheets of rain. I’d been engrossed in a book, the rhythmic drumming against the roof a comforting background drone, until a sudden flicker of lights plunged the room into a deep twilight. A quick glance out the window confirmed the power was out. I sighed, reaching for my phone, only to realize I’d left it charging in the bathroom.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The hushed apartment building was usually so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Tonight, though, a different kind of sound was filtering from behind my bedroom door. I'd just returned from a late-night run, the cool air still clinging to my skin, a pleasant exhaustion settling in my muscles. My hand reached for the doorknob, a familiar, comforting motion, but before my fingers even grazed the cool metal, a soft, breathy moan reached my ears.
By Forest Green14 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The late afternoon light, usually so forgiving, was doing Holly no favors. Or perhaps, doing too many. It carved her silhouette against the window, turning her into an obsidian hourglass, each curve a testament to a divine sculptor. She was humming, oblivious, as she leaned over to retrieve a book from the lowest shelf, her jeans stretching taut across her magnificent ass. A slow, involuntary groan rumbled in my chest, caught somewhere between awe and an agonizing need.
By Forest Green17 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly was draped across the bed, her back arched, head thrown back against the pillows, a low hum vibrating in her throat. Her hands were gripping the headboard, knuckles white, as if bracing herself for an impact she both craved and feared.
By Forest Green17 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Holly, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face, lay beneath me, her eyes sparkling with a daring challenge. My body was a roadmap of taut muscles, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I held myself poised above her, a delicious torment.
By Forest Green17 days ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Sweat slicked our bodies, making our skin gleam under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Holly's nails, usually so meticulously manicured, were digging into my shoulders, leaving faint crescent marks that I knew would blossom into purple souvenirs by morning. Her hair, a wild cascade of chestnut curls, was plastered to her forehead, but her eyes, wide and dilated, held a spark that could ignite a forest fire.
By Forest Green17 days ago in Filthy
