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Sofia: Part 6
"Get the fuck off me. I'm fine," Sofia exclaimed hostly towards Andy, who insisted he exam her for more injuries. The shootout had costed her more than a couple of bullet wounds. She lost a few members of the Netas who were standing guard at the gates and they managed to injure Natalie as well.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyBeing Comfortable Talking About Intercourse
“I’m so glad I have you to talk to about this, no one ever wants to talk about their sex life, so I don’t know if this is wrong or not,” a friend commented in a car ride after a long discussion about a pain she was feeling during intercourse. With a nurse for a mother, maybe talking about uncomfortable topics has become comfortable. Maybe it is because I was raised in a very open communicative environment. Either way, society has a problem with keeping sex (and sex discussions) behind closed doors.
Ashlyn HarperPublished 6 years ago in FilthyExotic Surprise
I knew that it wouldn't be long before I gave in to his power of love. See, Mark wasn't just any kind of man, he was my man. A man I built. Sexually that is. Mark was everything a woman could dream of 6'2", smooth chocolate skin tone, broad shoulders, weighed 300 pounds—all muscle, a degree from Harvard ( in which I must say that I'm surprised considering his background), jet black hair with hazel eyes. Now you would think that someone that looked as good as him would be talented in more ways than one and yes he was, but lacked in the sex department. He had the right tools but didn't know how to use them. I taught him everything he knows and he his very grateful that I did. We've been dating on and off for the past four years, but recently seven months ago decided to call it quits for good due to our lack of communication because of our work schedules. Although we weren't together, I owned his heart and he owned my soul.
Kijuana JordanPublished 6 years ago in FilthyWrite My eXXXstacy to Reality!
Art is in my DNA so I'm always creating. Whether it be photographs, paintings or poetry also known as my three favorite P words, I'm always making & creating something. I laugh sometimes because I think of how much it will be worth when I'm gone. Lately though, I've been having this one dream over and over. Strong, intense, and sexually invigorating. I've tried to wake up out of it once, think of something else and go back to sleep thinking the dream would go away; it didn't. It stayed with me and replayed itself every time I went to sleep. So much so that I felt like I had to write them down and re-enact it on paper, scene to scene, from first heat to sudden orgasm. It always starts out with me having dinner by myself in a quiet yet romantic restaurant. For whatever reason I'm dressed as if I'm on a date or waiting for someone and possibly got stood up; I'm not bothered though. In fact, I'm smiling, enjoying my dinner and the seat beneath me has a wet spot because my thongs couldn't possibly hold back all that juice. I'm waiting for him, I know he's coming. I take the last bite of my dinner and as I look up he appears. Caramel lips surrounded by a perfect mustache smile at me, broad shoulders connected to muscled arms and beautiful hands extended towards me... no words are said... the natural command of COME WITH ME is in the air silently. I dab the sides of my mouth, taste buds already turned on but looking forward to the upcoming plate; I got up & slid my hand in his allowing him to lead me with faith. His car was parked outside... luxurious 'n big, tinted windows so dark you couldn't see inside.... perfect place to do whatever we were trying to hide. We got in the back seat and he kissed me hungrily. Ripped off my panties 'n took what what his. My decadent moans and the car swaying slow let everyone know it was going down FA SHO! We rocked, we moaned, we came together on time... fell asleep on his soft leather seats—it was so divine.
A Mannequin Fetish (Pt. 2)
At the end of her shift, Rena waiting anxiously for Felix, the handsome stranger she had met only hours ago. As the remaining customers left the store, Rena tidied the sales counter, inspected the displays, and shut off most of the lighting. Ten minutes passed after she closed the boutique. She felt her heartbeat quicken. Would he decide not to show?
- Top Story - April 2018
Foreplay
She came through the front door and tossed her keys in the direction of the hallway table. “Babe, I’m home!” She picked up the mail and briefly flipped through the envelopes. Nothing major there, just bills and coupons from the local grocery store. She sighed and placed them next to the keys.
Tim Ellerbe IIPublished 6 years ago in Filthy Plastic Love
Late night at a casino in Tokyo, Japan: 1984 Among the crowd, people dance, gamble, drink, eat, and chatter. The sound of a specific song plays around the building, giving an ambiance to the setting. Typically, to a song like this, couples get together and dance, have fun and have a drunken make-out session. But, despite all the chaos and buzzing of small talk, one girl sits alone in a booth against the wall, farther away than anyone else in that room. She watched as people made their ways in and out of the building or to the bar to order food or drinks; she didn't mind being so lonesome, she quite enjoyed being observant.Her 'alone time' only lasted for a bit before her eyes laid upon another specific figure; a woman around her age -maybe in her late 20's- she wore a dark fitted dress, her stark black hair was curled to the maximum and tucked back with the help of an over-sized pink ribbon tied into a large bow on the top of her head. She was beautiful, to say the least.
Willa MarlowePublished 6 years ago in FilthyDark Side Chapter 5
Sarah slid her ring and towel off, slowly sauntering out of the bathroom and put the ring in her purse. She could feel her empty stomach rumbling like thunder before a massive storm. Hunger was driving her mad, but with no money, there was no way that she could feed herself. Sarah walked to the bathroom sink. There was a mini coffee maker, one package of powdered creamer and one single serve of coffee. It was tempting to make it now, but she thought that it was better to save it for morning. Water was her only option. She reached for the coffee pot to fill it with water. Sarah gulped it down then refilled it again. She did this until she no longer felt hungry. Waterlogged and very full of liquid, she decided to lay down.
Jennifer CypertPublished 6 years ago in FilthyDance of the Gods
She stands, facing the lavender satin curtains, her feet below her, bare as her soft, warm body. She stares into the fire as he positions himself subtly behind her. The Fire warms her in the chilled air, yet his body is so warm that he radiates the energy of the fire opposite of him.
Rachael HowardPublished 6 years ago in FilthyDark Side: Chapter 4
When Joseph spotted Trixie, she was laying on her side in hot pin-up fashion on the hood of her car. Her tight black bustier hugged her breasts together, showing some delicious cleavage. Trixie's shorts were so short that just the bottom edge of her ass peaked out. Sunlight bathed her mocha skin and long, strawberry blonde hair. Joseph could feel his cock instantly harden and he could taste her blood red lipstick as he walked over to the side of the car where her feet were. Taking her by the ankles, he easily pulled her to him. She immediately shifted to her back, smiling up at him. She raised up and wrapped her arms and legs around his waist, thrusting her dancing tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back, overtaking her mouth, his hands snaking up and down breasts, waist, and ass.
Jennifer CypertPublished 6 years ago in FilthyHappy Ending
I storm out of the office and onto the busy street, my teeth clenched. Who the hell does Andrew think he is, humiliating me like that in front of his clients?!
J. M. SilverPublished 6 years ago in FilthyI’m a 22-Year-Old Virgin?!
Male 2: Mr Immaculate Before I met Mr. D, I met Mr. Immaculate. That was actually how I talked to Mr. D initially. He almost played cupid with us two. You’re probably wondering, “Why the name?” Well, Mr. Immaculate was well and truly one of the most tidiest people I knew, it was so weird. A lot of the boys in uni were messy and only cared about going out, having sex with girls and smoking weed. There was no time for tidying but Mr. Immaculate managed to to do all those things I mentioned above, plus, find the time to tidy his room absolutely spotless. He was so clean all around, from his spotless room, all the way down to his appearance, well and truly immaculate. He was classed as the “rich boy” in university because he wasn’t from London in fact the was from Cambridge which was close to where I lived and he had a nice car and worked in a job that paid him well on top of studying business at university. He wasn’t your typical “rich boy” though, he didn’t exactly speak posh, he was just well spoken and he absolutely loved to smoke weed in his pass time. He was very entertaining as well, always up for a drink and always wanted to have fun.
Zainab BanguraPublished 6 years ago in Filthy